Summery:
So, this story is mainly about Tyler's prospective of the whole Phantom dimension thing along with the new friends he's made and some family issues. He deals with unexpected feelings and hardships along the way (some more difficult then others). The story begins at the beginning and then follows the canon timeline (not completely because I like to fuck things up—in a good way...). Ooo! Then Aiden's pov from the throughout the story!
Ships:
Tyler Hernadez/Aiden Clark
Taylor Hernandez/Ashlyn Banner
Ben Clark/Logan Fields
Chapter Details:
- Ocs added
- They're all 17 in this fic
- Tyler and Aiden's POV (mainly)
Author's Note:
My other accounts...
Ao3 - Ivy_angel06
Tyler makes breakfast for both him and his sister in the morning before they get ready for school. Taylor is blabbing his ear off like always, but this time is different. It's their first day of eleventh grade, so she's been really excited all morning. A.K.A. talking non-stop. After breakfast, Taylor washes the dishes while Tyler goes to check on their mom. He ascends the stairs and walks down the eerie hallway to their mother's room. Tyler lifts up a hesitant hand before gently wrapping his knuckles on the door. He waits for a response, but he knows he won't get one, so he decides to speak up first instead. "Taylor and I are going to school soon. Do you need anything before I leave?" Tyler asks.
"..." He takes his mom's silence as, "Yes, I'm okay. You can leave." Tyler waits a couple more seconds to see if she'll reply to him, but he hears no sound after a couple of seconds have passed. So he turns on his heels and walks back down the hallway to get his backpack and jacket. After grabbing his jacket and backpack, he digs into his pocket to find his keys. When he jingles them, he hears silence before a sudden shriek.
"Wait!" Taylor calls out in a bit of a panic as she quickly stomps into the living room. "Don't leave without me!" The long-haired brunette runs out of sight, presumably to gather her belongings for the day. Tyler shakes his head and then walks over to the door. He opens it and doesn't bother closing it before walking across the porch and down to his car. Unlocking it, he gets in and throws his bag into the back seat before getting buckled.
He's not going to leave his sister; he just wants her to hurry up. They were almost late every day last year because of her. He's not going to let that happen this year. A couple of seconds later, he hears thumping, and then he sees his sister flying out of the house, closing the door behind her. She gets into the passenger's seat, and Tyler starts the car before she can even buckle up.
The short-haired brunette drives them to school.
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At school, Tyler parks in his usual spot in the school's parking lot. They both get out, and Taylor is quick to run off to meet her friends, who are also in the parking lot. Tyler just lets her go. Those girls are....loud, to say the least. He enters the school and pulls out his class schedule on his phone. He took a picture of it when he got it last year. While staring at his phone in front of his locker, he feels a presence behind him. Before he has time to react, his phone is snatched up out of his hand. The short-haired brunette whips his head around to see Keith standing there with his phone in his grimy mitt.
"What're you doing? Give me my phone back." Tyler scowls up at him as he attempts to reach out and grab it. Keith just shrugs and hides the phone behind him.
"What're you looking at? Some cute girl?~" he teases as he attempts to look at the phone while keeping it away from its owner. Tyler rolls his eyes as he attempts to retrieve his phone, but the dark-haired brunette boy keeps blocking him.
"What's going on?" A voice jokingly asks. Tyler lets out a long, frustrated sigh. This is not how he wanted his morning to go at all. He wanted to get to school quietly, find his classes, and just have a nice peaceful first day—not whatever these fucking chaos is.
"Keith is being an ass, that's what's going on!" Tyler complains. "Wah— put—put me down, Owen!"
The blonde-haired kid known as Owen picks up Tyler and carries him over his shoulder.
"Oh my fucking god—you two are immature pieces of shit, you know that, right? Put me down and give me my phone back. I'm in no mood for any of this bullshit today!"
"When are you ever in the mood for anything?" Keith retorts, smirking and looking at the screen. Tyler has had enough. He curses in his native tongue under his breath as he reaches down and yanks his shoe off. He lifts his arm with the shoe and throws it at Keith's head, but the dark, brunette-haired boy dodges it. The shoe gets sent flying down the hallway and into a crowd of people. He can't see where it landed.
"What are you doing, you crazy psychopath? Have you lost your mind?!" Keith shouts in disbelief. Owen laughs as he keeps Tyler on his shoulder.
"¡Ambos, idiotas!"
"Oh no, Migavin. Tyler is going full Latino on your ass—"
"-And if you don't put me right now, you're going to be my next target, Brinner," Tyler says with a slight accent slip. He tries not to allow it to slip too much due to the fact that he was teased heavily when he was younger about it. Owen grimaces but doesn't let the short, brunette-haired boy down just yet.
You know, Tyler, you should really get your anger under control. This is not good for your health," Keith says as Mateo pulls up behind the dark-brunette-haired boy. Tyler takes off his other shoe, and he lifts it up to throw it at Keith again. The dark-haired brunette dodges the other shoe but ends up falling on his ass instead because he tripped over his feet. The shoe ends up hitting Mateo in the face, who was just standing by, unsure of why his teammates were having a little bit of a scuffle in the middle of the hallway. "Augh—" Mateo hunches to the floor, covering his face in pain. Keith tries to speak up again, but Tyler just interrupts him before anymore garbage can spew you out of that mouth. "Shut up, Migavin. You know what—Coach has absolutely no idea that it was you guys who did that thing in his office, but I know. Now, wouldn't that be a shame if any of that information were to ever get out?"
"How the fuck do you know that?" Keith whisper shouts. Tyler grins at him evilly. He caught his teammates Keith and Mateo stealing some confiscated weed from the Coach's office. They thought they were being discreet about it, but in reality, they were quite loud and very obnoxious. Anyone could have walked by just so happened to be Tyler.
"I have my ways. You don't need to know any of that—"
"Yes, I do, you're—"
"Oh, don't you dare finish that sentence because I will march right over to Coach's room and tell him exactly what you did because he thinks it was the waterboy who did that?"
"Fuck him. He's not even a part of the team anyway—"
"Yes, he is. Don't be such an ass!—"
"Boys! What is going going down there?" A loud voice cuts through all the chatter in the hallway, making the baseball team shiver. Owen puts Tyler down, and they all scatter like rats. When Tyler rounds a corner, he sees his sister right behind him with her phone out. "What on Earth are you doing, Tay?"
"Should we get to class the bell—"
*Ring*
"Shit!—"
"Oh god—"
The Hernández twins run through the hall, swerving in and out of groups of people as they try to make it to their first class on time, but that seems highly unlikely due to the fact that the bell has already rung.
The twins reach the door of their first classroom, panting as if they had just run a mile.
"We're late!" Taylor complains.
"We wouldn't be late if you would've helped me instead of just standing there recording! I didn't even know—when did you—how long were you standing there?" Tyler enters the classroom first.
"Long enough," Taylor retorts. "Sorry we're late!" she says.
"Please don't-...huh?" Tylor stops mid-sentence when they don't see the teacher in the room. "They're not here yet?" he asks.
"We still have a chance!" Taylor says.
"A chance?" A voice asks behind them, startling them both. "Are you two students really late on the first day?" The twins look back, horrified. "Just kidding. A class rule. If we're both late, then that's okay, I guess. Wh-...Where's your shoes?" The teacher asks. Tyler blushes with embarrassment. "Um...they—were stolen," he lies, as he hears a few snickers in the classroom. Taylor snorts and enters the classroom.
"Well, take a seat, and we can see if we can figure out this situation afterward, okay?"
"Yes, sir," Tyler says before slowly walking in, feeling defeated. He gets a few more snickers and looks thrown his way as he walks to his seat in only his socks.
"I hope you all have found your assigned seats okay," the male teacher says.
Tyler sits down next to Taylor. She nudges him, and he shoves her. She catches herself before she falls out of her seat. A few seconds later, two kids trail in behind the new teacher: a blonde-haired boy and a tall, brunette-haired boy.
"Apologies for being so late, everyone," the teacher says. "I'm new to the school as well, and these halls can be a bit tricky to navigate. Anyway, we have some new students to the area. So let's be sure to give them a warm welcome." He turns to the two boys. "You both can take a seat now." They go to sit down two rows in front of Tyler. Once they're sat down, the teacher begins speaking again. "Alright, everyone, let's begin with introductions. We're going to do this in alphabetical order. Please state your name and share one thing about yourself. I'll start. My name is Thomas Walter, and I'm new to teaching."
"Ashlyn Banner, and uh—I like dogs."
"Judith Baylin. I love swimming!"
"My name is Aiden Clark, and I love bungee jumping, sky diving, snorkeling—" Ben taps him. "Oh, this is my cousin Ben Clark. He's mute."
"Oliver Dayton. I'm on the football team."
Georgia Ferguson and I both like motorcycles.
"I'm Logan F—Fields, and I um—enjoy a—astrology."
"I'm Taylor Hernández, and I'm in the mechanics club. Stop by if you have a chance."
"I'm Tyler Hernández; yes, we're twins, and I'm in the baseball club," Tyler says monotonously. The rest of the class proceeds as follows: students introduce themselves and share one thing about themselves.
"Introductions done. Let's get into it. There will be a semester-long project—"
Groans.
"Now, now. This will be fun. Let me explain first before you judge. You will be in groups of six and no working alone on this one. I know. I know. The end of the world, right?" He pauses when he hears more groaning. "For the rest of the class, you can sit with your group and discuss the topic you'd like to research. But first, groups. I'll write them out on the board first." Mr. Thomas writes random names on a board in groups of six. They all move their desks into a circle to face each other in their groups. Tyler huffs, finding this bothersome. He'd much rather work alone. He gets a lot of work done that way, and besides, he won't have to rely on any group members slacking off. "Our main focus for this semester is the history of Georgia's oldest city, Savannah. This will also be the focus of your project. The topics you'll choose to present will be on a rubric that's being passed around as I speak. And in addition to the project, there will be an overnight trip to Savannah. It's an optional trip, of course. However, those who choose to attend will gain extra credit. If you are interested in attending, permission slips are availableon my desk. Take it home and get it signed by your parents or guardians before bringing it in no later than next Monday. Alright then, for the rest of the class, please choose a topic that your group would like to focus on."
The kids all turn to stare at each other before their papers arrive on Taylor's desk. The long-haired brunette takes a paper and passes it to Logan, who takes a paper and passes it to Ashlyn, and so on and so on. Tyler is the last one to get the papers, so he has to bring the extras up to the teacher's desk. 'This sounds like a load of bullshit. What is this actually teaching us? Nothing important,' he thinks.
"Thank you, Mr. Hernández," Mr. Thomas says with a friendly smile. Tyler nods and heads back to his desk. 'Why's he so happy? It's early... Don't trust any teachers who are happy this early in the morning.' He sits back down in his seat and tunes into what the group is talking about. There are ten-plus topics to choose from, and everyone in his group can't seem to decide on one.
"How about we go with the majority?" Taylor offers. She doesn't get a response from anyone. 'Okay. Awkward,' she thinks.
"I think that's a fair idea," Logan says softly. They review all the topics again, but still, no one can come to a collective decision, so they take the majority who want to work on a specific topic.
"Looks like we're doing history of buildings," Taylor says.
There's a couple of seconds of silence before the bell rings, telling everyone that it's time to change classes. "Whatever's fine with me," Tyler says in a monotone voice before grabbing his backpack and standing up. He attempts to leave the classroom, but Mr. Thomas stops him.
"You said your shoes were stolen, right? Do you know by who?"
Tyler gulps. "Uh—um... I think I should be able to find them. I think my friends just have them—"
"Why would they have your shoes?"
Tyler lets out a sigh. "That's a long story..."
"Well, go get them back. I hope to see you in my class next time with actual shoes on tomorrow.
"Of course, sir." The short-haired brunette fakes a smile before Mr. Thomas lets him leave. 'Keith is so going to pay for this shit,' he thanks as he storms out of the classroom to make his way to his next classroom.
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Tyler found his shoes in his next class and his friends who had them. The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, so there was nothing noteworthy to mention. When Tyler exits the school after his last class, he goes to his car to unlock it. He looks around to see if his sister is there, but of course, she isn't. 'She doesn't have her mechanics club tonight, so where is she?' he thinks. 'If she doesn't show up soon, I'll just leave her here.' He's done that before, mainly at the mall. He only just got his license four months ago, so he hasn't been driving by himself too too much yet. Taylor shows up a couple of minutes later and gets into the passenger seat. "Where were you? I was just about to leave—"
"-No, you weren't," she says. The short-haired brunette just lets out a hum before starting his car and driving back home.
Two weeks later, it's time for the trip.
The twins just got to school. Tyler is glad that he has his own car now, but he doesn't want to leave it overnight at school for a night. He doesn't trust high schoolers with his car; I mean, who would? So, he and Taylor took the bus to school to get to school this morning. "Please, Tyler!" Taylor whines.
"Get your own."
"But I left mine at home. —Please."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"Please."
"I will throw you!"
"No, you won't... Please!—"
"Taylor!—" he lets out a long sigh. "Fine," he says, his eyes wide open. "But next time, please remember to bring your own gum."
"Thank you!" she says sweetly. He just grumbles and shakes his head as he takes out and hands her a piece of gum. She pops it into her mouth and looks around at all the kids gathered in front of the bus. They're all waiting for everyone to arrive so they can board the bus.
It's a couple of minutes later when the twins hear Mr. Thomas. "If you haven't loaded your stuff onto the bus, please do so now. After you've done that, get on to the bus and find a seat. I'll take a headcount on the bus. The twins lined up to load their belongings onto the bus. Once their stuff has been put into the bus, they get on to the bus and find a seat. Tyler sits down and pulls out his phone. He looks over to his right, expecting his sister to sit down with him, but he sees nothing but an empty seat next to him. He turns around and sees the ginger-haired girl with long braids staring out the window, wearing black headphones, and his sister sitting beside her in a seat. "I hope you don't mind! I wanted to sit with Ashlyn today!" The long-haired brunette says cheerfully. Tyler just rolls his eyes and turns back to face the front in a seat. That's when he hears this agitating, grating voice that he wishes he hadn't the misfortune of hearing today.
"Hey Tyler—"
"-Go away," he immediately responds.
"Awe~ You're a big meanie today. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed? That seems like an everyday occurrence for you, though." The blonde-haired kid in his group named Aiden says. Tyler lazily turns his head to the right to see the boy in question leaning against his seat, staring at him with a teasing smirk on his face. This further irritates the short-haired brunette.
Tyler turns his head back to face the front and repeats his earlier comment. "Go away."
Aiden lets out a huff before shrugging. "Okay," he says a bit too cheerfully, but he's glad he's gone. Not even a minute later, Aiden comes back and plops down next to Tyler.
"What did I just—"
"-Oh, hi again. You see, after searching the bus for a little bit—"
'Not even a minute,' Tyler thinks.
"—I couldn't find any free seats anywhere. Looks like you're gonna hafta to sit with me~"
Tyler turns around in his seat and scans the bus. Is there really no other seat available? He turns to look at Aiden, who looks... indifferent or amused—his face is difficult to read. The blonde-haired boy smiles at him with a wide grin on his face. "Nope." He puts an emphasis on the "p." The short-haired brunette lets out a long sigh before he reaches down into his pants pocket to find his earbuds. He plugs them into the audio port when the teacher, along with two other adults, walks onto the bus. The two teachers sit in the front seat, and Mr. Thomas looks out at the sea of children sitting in their seats. He takes attendance before getting into his speech. "Alright, everyone, I'm sure you're already aware of this, but I'm going to go over the schedule one last time as a reminder. It takes roughly eight hours to get to Savannah. In about four hours, we'll stop to eat for about an hour before we're back on the road again. Once we arrive, you will get into your groupsand will have two hours to eat, go on tours, explore the town, read about historical facts, and whatnot. After that, we'll go back to the bus and head over to the motel. Everyone who has a phone has Mr. Lee's and Mrs. Sarah's number, right?"
"Yes!" A collection of students call out in unison.
"Alright, then. We're off! Let's get this show on the road."
Tyler sighs and puts in some music. He really doesn't want to have to deal with that loud, weird new transfer student right now. He closes his eyes for what seems like a minute before he feels his earbud being tugged out by the cord. He sighs. "Wanna try?" Aiden pulls out a Rubix cube from his backpack and holds it out in his hand.
"No," the short-haired brunette says flatly before he puts the earbud back in.
Seconds later. It's taken out again.
"You're intimidated, right? It's okay—"
"-I'm not. I just don't want it—"
"-Oh, I get it!" The blonde-haired boy nods his head. "You can't solve it."
"I didn't say that," Tyler says, opening his eyes and slightly tilting his head to look at the boy sitting next to him.
"Mmh, but you didn't have to. I can just tell. You're just afraid of me judging you because you don't know how to do it."
Tyler frowns before holding up a hand. "Hand it over then." The blonde-haired boy seems to smile at his request. The cube is placed into his hands, and Tyler gets to work on it after looking at it for a couple of seconds. It doesn't take him long to solve it. When he holds out a hand to the boy sitting next to him, who is holding the solved Rubik's cube, Aiden's smiley expression drops to something of bewilderment. "Done," Tyler says bluntly. Aiden takes back the Rubik's cube and just stares at it before turning back to look at Tyler. He's already got his earbuds back in, and his eyes are closed as he leans back on the seat and window.
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An hour later, his earbud is taken out for the third time.
"Aiden—"
"Have you ever been to Savannah before?" the blonde-haired boy asks as he gets comfortable in the seat. By comfortable, Tyler means he moves his body to face him more. As if this space wasn't small enough already... The short-haired brunette just stares at him for a couple of seconds before letting out a soft sign and shaking his head. "No, I haven't been there before. Have you?" Tyler wishes he hadn't said that because now Aiden is blabbering on about how he hasn't been there, but rather about how he has been to many other places in the world. Tyler just lets him talk for a little bit while focusing on listening to the music in his other ear.
Eventually, the blonde-haired boy stops talking his ear off and turns around a bit to talk to his sister. 'Perfect. Now, leave me alone,' he thinks as he sneakily puts that earbud back in.
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After taking their eating break, they're finally back on the road two hours later.
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Four hours later, they have finally arrived in Savannah. All the kids push and shove each other as they get into the aisle of the bus and finally get off the bus. It's been way too long, groaned a lot of kids as they stretch themselves in the parking lot. Tyler meets up with his group, and he's about to ask where the ginger-haired girl is, but they find her quickly enough. When they hear the first crack, their heads turn to see the ginger-haired girl, Ashlyn, cracking her back, legs, neck, arms—her entire body. Tyler cringes and shoves the other earbud in. He looks away from Ashlyn and at their surroundings.
"Alright, everyone, make sure you don't go far and be back by five. If there's an emergency, you know who to contact," Mr. Thomas calls out to everyone before they disperse.
Tyler feels a tap on his shoulder, so he looks down at his shoulder before looking up to see the blonde-haired boy softly smiling at him. He takes out his right earbud and holds it in his hand as he waits for the blonde-haired boy to speak. "You ready? Or are you just going to tune us all out for the rest of the day?" Aiden asks as he tilts his head to the side.
Tyler sighs and shuts off his music. He wraps his earbud cord around his phone and then shoves the entire thing into his pocket. He gives Aiden a head tilt of his own, and the blonde-haired boy fully turns away and walks over to the ginger-haired girl. Tyler just shakes his head in disbelief. "Where are we going?" he asks Logan, who looks a bit startled.
"We're just going to wander around and see what catches their eye," Taylor says, smiling softly. Tyler just nods. The group begins walking away from the bus. They're the second-to-last group that hasn't left the parking lot yet.
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As they walk on the sidewalk around the town, Logan strikes up a conversation with Taylor and Aiden. Tyler is in the back with Ashlyn, who isn't talking to her much, and Ben, who is looking around.
"What should we do first?" Logan asks.
"Well, we haven't stopped since we had lunch four hours ago," Aiden complains.
"I could go for some food!" Taylor says.
"Sure," Tyler shrugs. Ashlyn just nods along with Ben.
They get something to eat before going on a horse and carriage ride. The guide provides some historical information about the carriage and the town as they make their way around the park. Taylor glares back at her brother, who is still on his phone. 'He's addicted to that thing,' she thinks. They stop at some graves next, a lamp shop—Taylor's idea. She likes shiny things, like a crow. That's her contact name on Tyler's phone.
They go back into the park and see a lady with a "Free Face Painting" sign. Tyler says, "No," but Taylor drags him and Ashlyn over.
"This is such a bad idea," he complains.
"I agree. "No, thank you," the ginger-haired girl also complains as they reach the stand, where the lady smiles and waits happily for them.
"Oh, come on, you party poopers. This is going to be really fun!" Taylor exclaims. The short-haired brunette lets out a sigh, and he knows he can't get out of this now. So he just let that happen. After the lady finishes painting his and Ashlyn's faces, they step out of the way so she can paint the rest of their group's faces as well. Tyler walks over to this fountain and sits on the lip. Ashlyn follows him but doesn't sit next to him; instead, he sits a couple of feet away. He doesn't strike up a conversation, and nor does she. Tyler pulls out his phone and resumes typing. Ashlyn decides to look around at their surroundings. After the others have finished getting their faces painted, they strike up a conversation about their project.
"So, what does everyone remember?" Taylor asks. Logan takes a picture of the fountain they're sitting on. Tyler glares at him. Logan puts the camera down, looking nervous. The short-haired brunette lets his face soften before he waves over the strawberry blonde-haired boy. While the others are chatting about their first hour here, Tyler pats a spot next to him on the fountain. Logan sits down, and Tyler pulls up his gallery, showing the strawberry-blond-haired boy his phone. "Oh, you got photos too?" Logan asks. Tyler nods. "I was also taking notes throughout our adventures."
"What did you manage to get?" They compare photos and notes for a bit. When Logan is reviewing his notes, Tyler gets an odd feeling. So, he turns around because he feels like something is happening behind him. He sees the tall, brunette-haired boy sitting on the grass, staring at the fountain. 'Not that.' He turns around even more and sees the chaotic, blonde-haired boy reaching into the fountain and pulling out some coins. 'That's it.' Tyler looks away and pretends he didn't see that.
Once they're all rested, they get up and head back to the sidewalk again. "Oh shoot -we only have about forty-five minutes left," Logan reminds. Ashlyn nods. "Should we head back to the bus now?"
"I think that's a good idea," Tyler says.
"Of course, you think that's a good idea. More time to spend on your phone, huh?" Taylor teases. Tyler sneers at his sister. He's tired.
"Well, unlike most of you, Logan and I actually took down some notes and photos of what we did and saw today. What did you do besides look at the lamps for thirty minutes—"
"It wasn't that long—" Taylor complains. "Besides, you guys took even longer to eat~" the twins bicker softly for a little bit more before a voice interrupts their conversation.
"Hey, you guys. Wait up, please!"
The group turns around to see this short, slim lady wearing a red shirt with short black hair. "I was just wondering if you guys would like a tour?"
"A tour?" Tyler says lowly, very uninterested.
"Yes. The group that was supposed to come in there right now just canceled on me." She gets no responses. "It's free."
Aiden turns around excitedly.
"No," Tyler says before turning around. "We don't have any time for—"
"Yes, we do! You're just getting all grumpy because I kept interrupting you on the bus when you're trying to sleep," Aiden says with a shrug.
In the end, the group decides that they're going with the lady on the tour. They think that it'll be a good insight into their history project. As they make their way to the front of the building, Tyler can't help but stare daggers into the back of this lady's head. He was almost at the bus—almost able to rest his tired and throbbing head. He didn't get much sleep last night, so he was hoping to catch up on sleep on the bus, but the blonde-haired psycho kept interrupting him and taking his music out. So now he's grumpy. They're going to have to deal with him like this. But...something about this entire situation just seems a bit off to him. He looks over to the ginger-haired girl who's walking next to him, and she has the exact same worried expression on her face. "What's wrong?" he asks.
She shakes her head. "Nothing... Let's just—catch up with the others." They hurry up and go up the steps of the building.