I love staying at Tyler's house. I can just lounge around in my Calvin Klein's and relax. Not to mention he lives in a freakin mansion, and has a huge room.

It kind of reminds me of those aesthetic rooms you see on tic tok. With LED lights hung up. He also has this cool mirror set up with stands for his shoes all around it.

I now stand in front of the mirror looking at myself. Kind of wishing I didn't cut my hair. It's grow a little bit, but not much. Sighing I go and throw myself on his bed.

The giant king size bed is my favorite thing in the whole room. The push mattress is so comfortable. LED lights light up the whole thing. I like to keep them on purple, but Tyler likes red.

Speaking of Tyler he walks into the room half dressed.

"How did it go?" I sit up propping myself up on my elbows.

"I had to kick the psycho bitch out," he left his T-shirt unbuttoned and laid on the bed next to me.

I laughed, "thats what you get! I told you not to bring her home last night."

He sighed sitting up he grabs himself a cigarette from the night stand. After Lighting it he laid back down propped up by a few pillows. "I though you would like having the bed all to yourself."

I roll my eyes, "I did. But still."

Tyler has this rule. He will not bring a random girl into his bedroom and sleep with her. He does that in the many extra bedrooms they have. Since he brought a girl home last night after the party I had the bed to myself.

"Still nothing," he brought his phone up to his face, "hey did you see these photos?"

"What photos?" Taking his phone I see the snap. Terras snap. I crawl across Tyler and grab my phone off the night stand. Opening it I immediately go to Snapchat.

The first photo I saw was of Brooke and Terra. They were doing face masks. Innocent enough. I continued clicking through. Pictures of Janessa, Lacie, and Maggie also showed up. The last photo had my heart drop all the way down into my stomach.

Tyler took my phone from me and chucked it to the side. Literally just threw it. I would have been more concerned if he didn't have carpet, but his plush white carpet wouldn't break my phone. That's just how soft it is.

"No more of that. Let's go get breakfast get dressed."

"I don't want breakfast. I want to lay here and be depressed," I got under the cover and rolled up into a ball.

I felt the bed shift under Tyler's weight as he sat up, probably to put out his cigarette. He pulls the covers down and grabs me by my ankles. Soon I'm sprawled all across the bed.

"Come on Hoe. We're getting breakfast I'm hungry." He left my feet hanging office bed while the rest of my body laid flat on the mattress.

"Can't we have your chef make something?" I put my forearm over my face.

"No there's nothing like the sweet pleasure of a greasy McDonald's McGriddle. Oh and a hash brown, and their orange juice. Their orange juice kind of hits different." He talks from inside his closet.

"But you have your own personal chef!" I sit up and cross my legs in front of me.

"Get your lazy ass up," he walks out the closet wearing his grey 'stop looking at my dick' sweats and a plain black shirt. "Or go like that see if I care." He grabs his white forces and sits next to me putting them on.

I sigh, "did my sweats get here to?" I ordered a pair of black sweats identical to his and had them shipped here.

"Yah they're in the closet."

Getting up I walk into his closet. His closet is about the size of my room and held so much clothes I didn't even know one could have so much. It was all organized though. The box sat on the floor next to the hanging clothes. I bent down and reached inside pulling out my sweats.

I pulled on the sweats and walk out of the closet towards my duffle bag. Out of my duffle bag I pulled out a tight fitting maroon spaghetti strap crop top.

I put it on and looked over to Tyler who is preoccupied with his phone. He is fully dressed wearing his chains and a beanie.

"Is it cold outside?" I ask while grabbing my white forces.

"Yes. Still wanna take my bike of have my driver drive us?" He put his phone down.

"Take your bike. Having someone drive us around makes me feel weird," I sat on the bed outing on my shoes.

"You get use to it after a while." He laughs, and gets up to pick up my phone.

"I don't think I will ever get use to it. This is your life style, never meant to be mine," I stand up after putting on my shoes.

"It's your life style now that your my best friend," he puckers his lips and holds up a peace sign.

"What did you do before me?" I asked walking into his closet.

"Didn't let people know I'm rich. Hell most people still don't know I'm rich."

I walked out of the closet holding two of his wind breakers. "Honestly, don't know how you do it."

"It's pretty easy. Everyone is mostly absorbed in themselves to notice." He shrugs and takes the jacket and hands me my phone.

"I use to be one of those people," I look down.

"Well now your not. I'm pretty glad your not. I was getting pretty lonely." He slings his arm around my shoulders and we start walking out his room.

In the garage Tyler pulls out his bike, we hop on, and we're off.

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"It's twelve. They don't have McGriddles anymore Tyler." I shake my head.

"No, they have to." He reads over the menu again as the cashier cautiously stares up at him.

I send her an apologetic glance, "get a sausage biscuit and some fries you'll survive."

He shakes his head frantically, " I will not survive. Grace you don't know how much I was looking forward to eating that McGriddle. They surge breakfast all day why can't they just make me a McGriddle?" He grabs onto my shoulders shaking me.

"Tyler, still shaking me and get something! Your holding up the line." I point to the crowd waiting to hand the lady their recites from the machine. We should have just done the machine.

"Fuck," he lets me go and looks at the cashier, "I guess I'll have 3 McChickens, a large fry, and a large drink." He says with a sign.

The lady gladly hands him a large cup, "um... anything else?"

"A number six meal medium, please."

She gives me a cup after saying the total. I beat Tyler and hand her my card before he could even get his out.

"I could have paid," he says when we get out of line to get our drink.

"I know." I said with a shrug and walked over to get my drink.

Whenever we were done getting our drinks Tyler grabbed our food and we sat in one of the high booths.

Halfway through finishing our food a group of girls walked in. They were rather loud, but Tyler and I ignored them as we were absorbed in our own little world.

He was talking about the rest of Christmas vacation, and our plans. We were already attached at the hip and we've only been friends for a few weeks. Well close friends. We've been "friends" since I moved here 3 months ago.

"Grace?" Someone says my name from behind me. I'm hesitant to turn around. Looking at Tyler I ask him with my eyes who it is.

The person comes to stand next to our table and I recognize her to be Janessa. If she's here I wonder if the rest are here also. I mean they were all hanging out last night.

"Janessa! Hey, long time no see."

"I know! We kind of expected you to be with Terra last night but you weren't."

"Oh yah," I trail off not knowing what to say.

"Oh the whole gang is here then!" Janessa says.

I look over to Tyler. He gets up and sits next to me as if to protect me as Janessa, Lacie, Maggie, Terra and Brooke, all squeeze into the booth. Well attempted to squeeze in. We didn't all fit so Lacie and Maggie sat behind us. While Janessa Terra and Brooke stand in front of us.

"What a coincidence we all just happened to come to the same McDonald's!" Janessa continued to speak clearly not sensing the tension in the air.

What a coincidence though.

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