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thirty two
"Hey, Al," Jake came over to give me a hug as we arrived at the racetrack.
"Yo bro," I grinned back.
"What's up man!" My brother turned his attention to Tyler who was stood beside me, giving him a passionate bro-hug which was majorly reciprocated.
"That's a sick car you've got there," Tyler commented, gesturing towards the white Subaru parked behind him. "Impreza STI?"
"Yep," Jake confirmed the car's make. "2006 model, so it's classic."
It may have been 'classic', but it certainly wasn't stock off the assembly line. The amount of money he must have spent on modifications over the years was more than he'd care to admit. But, the end result was something that even I could admit looked pretty cool.
"God, I bet it flies round the track too," Tyler continued, appearing to know a thing or two
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Make Me thirty three
When morning finally rolled around, the winter sun streamed through the window and onto the bed, waking me up in the most natural way. I yawned softly as I got my bearings, and realised that Tyler was still holding me as he was when we'd fallen asleep. We must have both slept real well given that neither of us had moved about."Good morning baby," his deep morning voice vibrated through me as he spoke from just behind my ear. "And happy Birthday.""How did you know that it was today?" I turned so that I was now facing him, his arm still draped over my waist and holding me close. I couldn't help but to run my fingers over his perfect features, intoxicated by the way the sun bounced off his bare skin."I pay more attention than you think," he chuckled lowly, placing a kiss to my forehead. "Plus Becca told me last night."
Make Me thirty four
Just as we were about to head off to the next shop, a voice called my name from somewhere behind me, causing me to turn around instinctively."Shit," I cursed under my breath as I saw the voice's owner approaching where I stood beside Tyler. "How's it going, Mason?""Oh it's going just fine with me," he had a sly expression on his face that I couldn't quite read as he inspected the situation in front of him."I'm glad," I replied stiffly. "Um, Tyler, this is Mason - my ex," he gave a small nod in Mason's direction. "And Mason, this is-""Don't act like I don't already know who the fuck this is, Ally," Mason cut me off rather aggressively, planting a pretty distinct seed of terror in my mind."Woah woah," Tyler now spoke up, taking a step closer to Mason a
Make Me thirty five
"Rise and shine," I woke to Becca pulling open the curtains of the room I was staying in, letting the bright morning sunlight fill the space."What time is it?" I croaked out, rolling over in an attempt to shield my face from the direct light."Almost midday," she replied. "I thought I'd wake you while it was still the morning.""Mhmm," I murmured sleepily, yawning as I began to stretch out my muscles.I'd gotten back to the house at around four o'clock in the morning, and hadn't had too much trouble falling asleep after that. I think I'd been entirely too exhausted, both physically and emotionally, to not pass out the second my head hit the pillow.Since it was well and truly too late for breakfast, Becca
Make Me thirty six
"Please pick up," I mumbled to myself quietly as I held my phone up to my ear. The ringing sound dragged on for what felt like forever, before the dreaded voicemail came through for the umpteenth time."Tyler Gray is unable to come to the phone right now," the automated recording seemed to taunt me. "Please leave a message after the beep.""Tyler, baby, it's me - Ally," I cringed at sound of the words coming out from my mouth. "Please call me back, I just want to know that you're ok."I placed my phone back in my pocket as I waited by the taxi terminal for a ride back into the city. I'd just landed in New York after catching a sort of emergency return flight. Tyler had appeared to have upped and left Melbourne without my knowing, leaving me to assume that he was now back in The States as well. But since he wasn't returning any of my cal
Make Me thirty seven
I arrived at work half an hour early on Monday morning, hoping that the extra time would allow me to settle my self and my nerves before the inevitable reunion with Mr Gray. Our 'unrelated' holidays had reached their scheduled expiration, forcing both of us back to work to finally face our reality.By the time the clock struck seven, I'd successfully built up the courage to go knock on his door. But there was no reply. When I walked into his office, his chair was empty and his desk was bare. There was no evidence of him in sight, which didn't sit well with me.Nevertheless, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, trying again an hour later, but to no avail. He wasn't in, and something really wasn't right."Come in," a deep voice called as I knocked on the door of my other superior
Make Me thirty eight
"It's my mum," he spoke almost shakily, leading me to immediately assume the worst.And as the next two words left his lips, my heart shattered into a million pieces along with his own."She's dying.""Oh Tyler, I'm so sorry," I tried my best to convey my sympathy, eventhough I knew I would probably never know the extent of his pain. "When did you find out?""Zoey called last Wednesday," he replied, "just after I got the text from Rebecca.""You should have told me. You know I would have come back early with you.""Would you have? Really?" His voice raised slightly again, the first sign that the tone was turning. "Because it really seemed to me like you'd left me for dirt.""I was just scared, Tyler," I reasoned with him. "There wasn't a second there that I stopped cari
Make Me thirty nine
Over the next few days, work became a painful distraction from my even more painful reality.Without having Tyler around, the jobs seemed to pile up for everyone else, which was good for getting my mind off everything, but made me all the more irritable and tired by the time I went home each afternoon.Rather inevitably, there were also a countless number of reminders of Mr Gray everywhere around the office. And even though Mr Baird was the official Acting Manager while Tyler was gone, everything still seemed to be about 'Mr Gray wants this' and 'Mr Gray does that'.After almost an entire week of being in these conditions, I was practically going insane. And considering that this was the case when he wasn't even at work, I didn't even want to imagine the struggle my life would be when he
Make Me forty
Despite my years of running for leisure, adrenaline was the only thing fuelling me as I sprinted through the doors of the emergency room. I'd hardly stopped to take a breath ever since getting the call from Zoey. After grabbing my absolute essentials and rushing downstairs to hail a cab, I'd taken the excruciatingly long ride to the hospital where Tyler was at. It was nearing midnight when I finally arrived, and was eerily quiet in the brightly lit waiting room."Can I help you, Miss?" the receptionist called me over to the front desk."Yes um.. I'm here to see Tyler Gray," I replied, not really sure what to say in such a circumstance."He's actually in the intensive care ward at the moment, and our visitation hours are over," my heart dropped as her words sunk in. "So I'm sorry, but unless you're directly related to the pat
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