What the heck Tyler?!

I paced restlessly around my room, the weight of anticipation settling heavily on my shoulders. Through the window, I could see the faint glow of lights illuminated from Tyler's room. It seemed he was still awake, just as I suspected. With a deep breath, I glanced down at my outfit, making sure everything was in place. I had come prepared, dressed in jeans, a white tank top, and a denim jacket, paired with sturdy black boots.

I sat on the edge of my bed, anxiously checking the time every few minutes. Fifteen agonizing minutes passed before the lights in Tyler's room finally flickered off. It was my cue to make my move.

With careful precision, I tiptoed down the stairs, doing my best to avoid any creaks that might wake my parents. As I reached the front door, I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. But I couldn't let fear hold me back now. Steeling myself, I pushed open the door and stepped out into the cool night air.

I made my way swiftly to Tyler's house, my footste