Tyler's coming.
He's alright. Or something. He made my sister happy once, and he's still a good friend to her, and he doesn't mess with what she's got with AJ. Who I like a lot better with Julia. If she's going to stick with someone for the long run, better him than the guy who I don't think has a problem with dying.
That bugs me. Because then I start thinking about what it'd be like if he died while they were together. I don't think people get over that kind of thing easily. And I wouldn't want Julia to have to go through it to begin with.
AJ has less chance of dying. He doesn't want to be in the mob, and when he hunts, he does it with Julia. It's safer. Plus, I like him better. He's the better choice.
As a friend, Tyler's still dangerous to hang around, but for some reason I think it's still better. She might actually try to make sure she stays alive when she has someone else to worry about. Maybe. As long as it works, and she doesn't die, I'm alright.
After all, I can't be there every time she gets hurt to heal her. And neither can Mom.
... This is why I'm not completely cool with Tyler sticking around. I don't like thinking about this stuff. I could be practicing, but I have to worry about my sister's life. And the guy that's going to be coming here.
"Hey Dad." I slung my guitar on my back, going into the kitchen, and went hunting for something to drink.
"Hey. I thought you were going to be practicing?"
"Later." If I decide to bolt in a bit, I could call Jay and see what or who he's doing. And Vince. If Vince isn't busy, he'll do anything to get out of the house. His family's psycho, I get it.
"You know Tyler's going to be here, right?"
"Yeah."
"... And you want to be around when Tyler's around?"
"Sure."
"... Is there a reason why?"
"No."
I'll try to get along with him this time. There's no hunting going on yet, won't be until tonight, and maybe it wouldn't be so bad to talk to him. Sorta. How I talk. Not the way everybody else talks.
I like how I talk. Short and simple. I never got why people have to go and say a ton of words. Just uses air.
"... Uh huh. There's the door, you mind getting it?"
"Sure." I grabbed a soda out of the fridge and opened it, going in the living room, and opened the door. "Hey." I walked away from the door. He can come in on his own, it's what people do. Since our house always has an open door metaphorically or literally. It's our thing.
"What's up?"
And where's Julia, anyway?
That bugs me. Because then I start thinking about what it'd be like if he died while they were together. I don't think people get over that kind of thing easily. And I wouldn't want Julia to have to go through it to begin with.
AJ has less chance of dying. He doesn't want to be in the mob, and when he hunts, he does it with Julia. It's safer. Plus, I like him better. He's the better choice.
As a friend, Tyler's still dangerous to hang around, but for some reason I think it's still better. She might actually try to make sure she stays alive when she has someone else to worry about. Maybe. As long as it works, and she doesn't die, I'm alright.
After all, I can't be there every time she gets hurt to heal her. And neither can Mom.
... This is why I'm not completely cool with Tyler sticking around. I don't like thinking about this stuff. I could be practicing, but I have to worry about my sister's life. And the guy that's going to be coming here.
"Hey Dad." I slung my guitar on my back, going into the kitchen, and went hunting for something to drink.
"Hey. I thought you were going to be practicing?"
"Later." If I decide to bolt in a bit, I could call Jay and see what or who he's doing. And Vince. If Vince isn't busy, he'll do anything to get out of the house. His family's psycho, I get it.
"You know Tyler's going to be here, right?"
"Yeah."
"... And you want to be around when Tyler's around?"
"Sure."
"... Is there a reason why?"
"No."
I'll try to get along with him this time. There's no hunting going on yet, won't be until tonight, and maybe it wouldn't be so bad to talk to him. Sorta. How I talk. Not the way everybody else talks.
I like how I talk. Short and simple. I never got why people have to go and say a ton of words. Just uses air.
"... Uh huh. There's the door, you mind getting it?"
"Sure." I grabbed a soda out of the fridge and opened it, going in the living room, and opened the door. "Hey." I walked away from the door. He can come in on his own, it's what people do. Since our house always has an open door metaphorically or literally. It's our thing.
"What's up?"
And where's Julia, anyway?