#‘why don’t you draw Tandy and Ty’
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lazy morning kiss
kissing prompt requested by @theballetslippertheblackhoodie
6. lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up
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“Tandy? Tandy, wake up,” someone echoes in her sleep, “I know you can hear me.”
A fond voice eases her away from her dreams, and she gradually becomes aware of the early morning sunlight caressing her face; the warm feeling of the sun tickling her cheeks. A hand gently shakes her shoulder.
The girl hums at the touch. Her mess of golden hair is brushed aside by the soft pads of fingers she knows to be Tyrone’s even with her eyes still shut. With this knowledge, a small smile creeps its way onto her face.
At the sight of her upturned lips, he makes a noise of disapproval, which only further fuels the rise of her smile.
“Tandy,” Tyrone whines and tries again, “Come on.”
Her name on his lips this early in the morning sounds like music to her ears and tugs like a dream at her heart, so Tandy snuggles further into the duvet, never wanting to wake up.
“Mhmmm smeepin,” she provides an incoherent reply through the thick blanket of sunlight and cotton. She provokes a chuckle from him, and an image of Tyrone smiling flashes in her mind. It comforts and soothes her; lays her down and kisses her all over. The temptation dangles in front of her, and Tandy is almost convinced to open her eyes so that she can get a good look at the real deal.
“What was that?” he laughs at her mumbling, “Was that even English? You’re smeeping?”
She slaps her palm onto her face. “You’re annoying,” Tandy drawls, finally mustering enough energy to fully sound out her vowels.
The cloud of grogginess looming over her slowly dissipates the more he laughs at her sleepiness, and the smile ghosting her lips feels at home. All is right with the world when Tyrone laughs.
“Tandy,” he whispers lowly. Goosebumps prickle her skin, and boy, does she melt, “I gotta go. Wake up and say goodbye to me.”
Who is she to deny him?
Then, she remembers who she is and buries her face into the pillow.
She’s Tandy Bowen. That’s who.
“Five more minutes,” she mumbles just loud enough for Tyrone to understand. He groans at her stubbornness.
“I’m gonna be late for my interview,” he massages her head, which isn’t exactly helping his case if Tyrone really wants her to wake up, “I’m gonna be late for this interview, and it will be all your fault.”
The smile slips from her face momentarily, and this is how she is reminded of who he is. Her best friend, her port in a storm, her hero, is Tyrone Johnson. And he’s got an interview lined up for an internship within half an hour which means the erratic nerves are bubbling inside of him, ready to explode. His desire to be perfect is constantly nagging at him. The least she can do is kiss him good luck.
Tandy blindly reaches a hand out and giggles when her fingers come in contact with his ear. It is then when his hand finds her face before he uses his thumb to draw slow circles on her cheekbone. She can feel him, loves him without seeing him, and leans into his touch. He is warmer than a duvet, he is diviner than a dream. His desire to be perfect is unnecessary.
“Good luck, handsome,” she wishes him languidly, tracing his skin until she reaches soft lips at her fingertips.
“You’re calling me handsome yet you’re not even looking at me,” Tyrone points out.
If her eyes had been open, Tandy would have rolled them.
“I don’t have to look at you to know.”
She’s right, and she should say it. However, Tandy feels the shake of his head at her answer, telling her that it’s not good enough.
“Open your eyes, Tandy,” he lures her with his sweet voice. Tandy lazily plays with his lips underneath her touch.
With a sigh, Tandy juts her chin and dares him, “Make me.”
She had expected it — the kiss that would wake her body up and light her insides on fire. Kissing Tyrone is always like this, an ignition of every emotion coming to life, like all of her hopes turning into reality. But what she had failed to take into consideration are the waves of bliss and tranquility that follows when she feels his smile against her lips. It washes over her like spring water, blooming like cherry blossoms in April, and Tandy sighs at the sensory overload, the only thought running through her mind is Ty, Ty, Ty.
“Good morning,” he mutters between kisses, “You look so peaceful when you sleep,” Tandy crashes her lips with his as he continues under his breath, “Almost didn’t want to wake you up,” shifting his head to press kisses into the curve of her neck, “Was afraid you’d pull a dagger on me for interrupting your sleep.”
Tandy pulls away and instantly misses his touch. She flutters her eyes open, finally pulling free from her slumber.
“Then, why did you?”
She drags her eyes over his figure. His broad shoulders wear a suit, and a tie rests on his chest in striking professionalism and vigor. The sight of him proves Tandy right. Tyrone is achingly handsome. Anyone who doubts that is a fool.
“I’m nervous,” he confesses before resting his forehead against hers, “But you always know how to make me feel better.”
Sleep still fights at her body and weighs her eyelids down, but Tandy forces them to stay open for his sake.
“You are Tyrone freakin’ Johnson,” she states with such deliberation that the idea of her mumbling incoherently just minutes before is almost ridiculous, “Baller ladykiller, master of space, if not time.”
He smiles at the words she has spoken to him many times before, but every time she says them, she means them. She always does.
“And you don’t need me to tell you all of that,” Tandy whispers slowly and breathlessly, teasing the tiredness in her eyes that continue to threaten her to sleep, “But I’ll gladly tell you whenever you want it.”
Tyrone purses his lips and kisses her nose, and her eyes fly shut at the soft gesture.
“You think they’ll like me?” his voice eases Tandy back into her dreams.
“If I can like you, then anybody can,” she teases him as she begins to drift off.
And this is how he leaves her. With a few more incoherences of mumbled sweet nothings in between lethargic kisses. The line separating a dream from reality starts to blur; his lips visiting her in both. He leaves her wrapped in the duvet with a smile ghosting her lips. There is only his lingering lazy morning kiss running through her mind.
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Tyrone has been so focused on getting Tandy to his house that he forgot to actually come up with a plan. His parents are home which would be fine except he’s wearing Billy’s cloak and there’s a bleeding, unconscious girl in his arms. Shit.
He doesn’t stop, knowing all of this will become a hundred times worse if any of the neighbors see him. Once he makes it to the front yard, he wrangles off his cloak and toes it into a bush. It pains him to leave it there, but there’s only so much he’s going to be able to explain away to his parents. It takes some skill to open his front door with Tandy in his arms, but he manages. Without closing it behind him, he speeds into the living room where his mother sits with her back to him.
“Baby what are you doing home?” she says, putting down her book. “I thought you and – oh my God!”
Adina jolts off of the couch but doesn’t approach them. Her mouth and eyes are wide in horror and Ty doesn’t want to know what he looks like.
“Mom, I –”
“Di, what’s going on?” His father says coming out of the kitchen. He freezes. “What the hell?”
“Mom, Dad, I know this looks really bad. This is Tandy. She’s my friend. She was in a fight. She needs help.”
Otis is still sputtering when Adina steels her face into something fierce.
“Set her on the couch, Tyrone. Keep her head elevated. I’ll get towels.”
“I’ll get ice.” His dad says, and they scatter, just like that.
Ty’s stunned for a minute before he comes back to himself and hurries to the couch. He strains to get Tandy in a good position without touching her skin. Now that they’re in better light, he can see how pale she is. The gash along her temple is monstrous and the fact that he can’t do anything about it is killing him. Luckily Adina returns, gingerly easing a towel under Tandy’s head and pressing the other against her cut.
Tyrone shifts awkwardly, knowing he’s in the way but unable to make himself leave. He settles for sitting on the edge of the couch, holding onto Tandy’s elbow while his mother looks her over.
“Oh God,” she says, softer but no less aghast. “How did this happen?”
Ty swallows. What had Tandy said about lies? Something like the best lies have truth in them. He’s stammering for an answer when his father comes back with a pack of ice wrapped in cloth. Adina takes it and replaces the towel against Tandy’s head. She whimpers when it touches her and Ty thinks he may snap in half.
Otis is pacing the length of the living room, his movements jagged and on-edge. “You better start explaining yourself, boy. I thought you were on a date with Evita.”
“I was. Tandy… called me.” That wasn’t a totally lie, was it? His powers always brought him to her when he needed it, whether he understood why or not. Maybe she’d done the same; called him when she needed him the most. Quickly, he adds, “She was in trouble.”
His father’s eyes turn dark. “What kind of trouble?”
Trying to reveal a major conspiracy that’s responsible for the defamation of her father.
“These guys have been bothering her.” Ty remembers the first night they’d spent in the church, when she’d told him about the man who almost… the thought gets his blood boiling. “I think she went out with one of them and now the prick feels like she owes him.”
There is a grave silence that settles over the room. Otis looks between him and his mother, then sighs heavily.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” Ty says immediately, “Dad, I’m fine, really.” When he turns, Adina’s eyes are glimmering and he knows what she’s thinking. “I promise, I’m fine.”
She nods like they’ve come to an understanding and focusses back on Tandy. “This looks bad. We should take her to the hospital.”
“No!” he says, too fast and too loud. His parents flinch. “Sorry, just… you can’t. Tandy…” shit, shit, shit, shit, “Tandy’s afraid of hospitals.”
Nice one, choir boy, Tandy mocks in his head.
His mother raises a skeptical eyebrow. “Baby, she needs a doctor to look at this.”
“Mom, please. She’ll hate me if she wakes up in a hospital room.” Totally true. “Please.”
Adina presses her lips together, studying him carefully. She glances back at Otis whose expression says that it’s her call. Exhaling through her nose, she straightens her spine and sets her shoulders.
“I have a friend. She’s not on call tonight. I’ll see if she can come over.”
0o0o0o0
Tandy isn’t sure how long she’s been wandering around this field. The sun is so bright it’s nearly white and the grass is lusher than she’s ever seen. When she looks up again, there are two chairs sitting at the far end of the field.
As she draws closer she can make out two people, a man and a woman. They don’t react as she stands before them and she knows they can’t see her. Their hands are clasped, their smiles wide and bursting. Tandy feels drawn to the woman in a way she can’t explain.
“Tyrone Johnson.” A voice rings out.
Tandy whips around to see a stage, Tyrone at its far edge, grinning as he walks toward the podium in the center. He’s wearing a cap and gown and his face looks… different. Older, with the barest hint of facial hair lining his jaw. He looks good.
The man at the podium gives him a diploma and shakes his hand. Tandy turns back toward the couple and sees nothing but joy on their faces. The woman lets tears flow freely down her face, pressing a hand to her heart as if this all may become too much. Tandy reaches out to touch her and is overwhelmed by light. She blinks rapidly until everything comes back into focus.
She’s in a room, small but ornately decorated. There’s a floor length mirror in the corner. The older version of Tyrone stands before it in a suit. The woman is beside him, wearing a beautiful dress and that same joyous smile.
Ty fidgets with his collar. “How do I look, Mom?”
“Like a prince.” Ty rolls his eyes. “I’m serious. She’s a lucky girl.”
“I guess.”
His mother busies herself smoothing an imaginary wrinkle on his jacket. Her expression turns down, briefly.
“Are you happy, baby?” she asks hesitantly.
Ty smiles wider than Tandy’s ever seen him and it gets her heart racing. “Yeah, Mom. I’m really really happy.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. “I’m gonna call you twice a week. No, three times!”
She chuckles. “Sure you are.”
“I mean it!”
Their laughter fades as the light takes over again, and Tandy’s left feeling more content than she has in years.
0o0o0o0
Tyrone can hear his mother in the kitchen, trying to convince her friend why she should abandon a romantic evening with her partner to stitch up a random teenager. He tries to focus on that – and on being gentle as he holds the icepack against Tandy’s head – instead of the holes his father is burning into the back of his skull. .
“You know the guy that did this?”
“No.”
“You know any of his buddies?”
“No, Dad.”
“Where’d all of this go down?”
Tyrone sighs, mulling over another lie when Tandy moans and shifts her head. He has to avoid her hand as she blindly reaches out, but he grips her forearm to let her know he’s there.
Her eyes open just a fraction and she croaks, “Ty?”
“Hey.” He says, voice unexpectedly heavy. He clears his throat. “How you feeling?” She lets out a theatrical groan that tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, that’s about as good as you look.”
“Asshole.” She mutters and gives him a small, bleary-eyed smile. Her gaze travels lazily around the room until she spots his dad.
“Tandy, this is my dad, Otis Johnson. Dad, this is Tandy Bowen.”
She tucks her chin almost shyly against her chest. “Hi, Mr. Johnson.”
“Miss Tandy.” His father nods, eyes remaining stern. “You scared us quite a bit.”
“Sorry.”
Adina struts back into the room, shutting off the phone with an audible click. “Well, Candice said she’ll do it, but we owe her dinner. Should be here in fifteen.” She blinks at Tandy like she’s just noticed her. “Oh, you’re up. Good, that’s a good sign. I’m Tyrone’s mother, Adina.”
Tandy stares at her for a moment longer than normal and says – a bit awed, “Nice to meet you.”
The Johnsons look at one another, and that good sign from earlier is forgotten.
“You’re going to have a decent bruise,” Otis says. “and that cut’s probably going to need stitches.”
“I’ll be fine.” Tandy says quickly and tries to sit up. “Thank you for –”
She sways a bit and Ty catches her shoulders. “Hey, Tan, you’ve got to take it easy.”
“I’m fine, Ty.” She keeps pushing, legs struggling to help her stand. “It’s just a scratch.” But she’s blinking slowly as she says it.
Tyrone opens his mouth to protest, but Adina beats him to it. “Sit down, young lady. You’re not going anywhere until a doctor checks you out.”
Tandy’s expression sobers instantly, her wide eyes locking onto Ty.
“Don’t worry.” Otis chimes in. “Tyrone already told us about your fear of hospitals. We’ve called in a friend to come take a look at you.”
Tyrone tries to communicate psychically, play along. Tandy narrows her eyes at him before turning back to his parents.
“You guys really don’t have to –” but one mom-look from Adina shuts her down, “Thank you.”
Satisfied, Adina says to Otis, “Will you grab some ibuprofen and a glass of water for Tandy, honey?”
“Sure.”
He leaves and Ty takes the opportunity to move fully beside Tandy on the couch. He’s still holding the icepack to her head, keeping his touch as gentle as possible. She gives him an appreciative smile before opening her hand and carefully taking the icepack from him.
“Do you remember what happened, Tandy?” Adina asks, hesitantly.
Ty says quickly, “I told her about those guys that have been bothering you.”
Even with a concussion, Tandy doesn’t miss a beat. “Right, yeah it was pretty scary. This guy’s been bugging me for a while but he’s never followed me before, especially not with all his frat buddies behind him.”
Adina looks at the floor before she can meet Tandy’s eyes. “Did any of them…?”
Ty watches her face closely. It’s a “blink and you miss it” kind of thing. Her expression doesn’t change, and yet he can sense something churning beneath the surface; something vulnerable.
“No, nothing like that, Mrs. Johnson.” She says, voice hollow. “They just roughed me up and left me there. That’s when I called Ty.”
She turns to him and the look in her eyes is so intense Tyrone nearly shrinks away from it. He doesn’t, though, and gives her arm a reassuring squeeze.
“Can you identify any of them? You could press charges –”
“They’re rich white boys with mommies and daddies in high places. I don’t see much of a point.”
Otis returns with the medicine and water and they all silently agree to drop it. Instead, Adina tries to lighten the mood. Her smile would probably seem genuine to anyone that didn’t know her, but Ty can tell she’s uncomfortable.
“So, Tandy, do you go to school with Tyrone?”
“No, ma’am. We met through a mutual friend. You know Evita?”
“Fusilier?”
“Yeah, we met at a party at her place.”
Otis interjects. “Why you scared of hospitals?”
Ty feels all of the blood leave his face. “Dad.”
“It’s a legitimate question, son.” He says, even though Adina’s shooting him a disapproving look.
“It’s fine.” Tandy puts her hand on Tyrone’s thigh. They both seem to realize that at the same time and she quickly retracts it. “Um, anyway… my dad had cancer. He passed away when I was nine.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Adina gasps.
“It’s okay. It happened a long time ago.” Tandy swallows and looks down at her hands. “He was sick for a really long time. I think I remember him being in the hospital more than I do him being at home. When he died I just… I don’t know, I just couldn’t set foot in another hospital. Not again.”
His dad’s eyes have softened and his mother’s are brimming with tears. Ty just gapes at her. How the hell is she this good at lying?
0o0o0o0
Honestly, Tandy’s a little impressed with Tyrone. The “fear of hospitals” thing is good. By now he’s probably put together her actual reasons for avoiding it: they’d contact her mother, she has zero insurance, and never mind the risk of someone identifying her. No, hospitals aren’t an option.
She’s unsure whether or not it’s lucky that Mrs. Johnson called in her doctor friend. Tandy may not be afraid of hospitals, but doctors still make her uncomfortable. Mom had made her see at least a dozen – just after the ridge explosion but before Roxxon had swooped in and taken everything from them. It was weeks of the same “follow the light” and “how many fingers am I holding up,” just like Dr. Burk is making her do right now.
“Alright, Tandy, your pupils are dilating correctly, which is a good sign. Now I’m going to test your memory.”
What’s the last thing your father said before the crash? How did you escape the car? How did you wind up on that beach?
“Sounds good.” She says hollowly.
“What day is it?”
“Friday.”
“What’s your mother’s name?”
“Melissa.”
“Where do you live?”
Where does she live? Which answer is better: an abandoned church or the shit hole her mom calls a house?
“Ridgeway Estates.” She says, thinking of a neighborhood that’s upscale but not too affluent so they won’t get suspicious.
Her answer must take too long, though, because Dr. Burk’s eyebrows scrunch in a worried line. She must have mistook Tandy’s delay as an effect of the concussion. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a pair of latex gloves.
“Let me take a look at that cut.”
Tandy tries to stare at the floor as Dr. Burk disinfects the wound, but she can feel Tyrone’s eyes on her. Eventually she caves and looks up. He’s hovering at the other end of the coffee table like he’s judging the doctor’s work. It makes Tandy smile despite herself.
“I never thanked you, Ty.” She says as if they’re the only two people in the room.
Maybe her filters aren’t as strong as they should be, but hey, she is concussed. Ty looks surprised to hear her voice and meets her gaze with wide eyes.
She shrugs one shoulder. “Sorry I ruined date night.”
He shakes his head, just barely, and she can practically hear him drawl I can’t even, with you.
Instead he says, “It’s cool. You got me out of having to finish Death Blade IV.”
“Seriously? You hate horror movies.”
“I don’t hate them, they just aren’t my thing.”
“But being a big ol’ chicken is.”
“Woman, I swear –”
“If I may interrupt.” Dr. Burk says, clearing her throat. “Tandy, I’m going to put some lidocaine on your head to numb it and then apply these butterfly stitches, okay?”
“Definitely okay with the numbing part.” She quips.
As Dr. Burk works, she explains, “The damage is mostly superficial, meaning while the wound was bleeding heavily, it seems that you haven’t done any severe damage. Although I would still recommend an MRI, just to be safe.”
Sure, you paying for one? Tandy thinks bitterly.
Dr. Burk continues, “Whatever got you into this mess – and I told Adina I don’t want to know – you can’t be doing that again. The cut isn’t bad, but a concussion is no joke. You need to rest and take it easy for the next few weeks.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Tandy says, and she sees Ty narrow his eyes.
“Someone should definitely observe you through the night just to make sure nothing changes.”
“No problem.”
With a huff, Dr. Burk gathers her tools back into her bag and stands up. “Adina,” she nods at Mrs. Johnson, “Otis. Always a pleasure. Good to see you again, Tyrone.”
“You too, Doc.” He says, but his eyes stay trained on Tandy. The attention is starting to make her itch.
“Well I’m off to try and salvage date night with my wife. Y’all stay out of trouble.”
“Will do.” Otis says as Adina sees Dr. Burk to the door.
Ty follows them, much to Tandy’s dismay, and she’s left alone in the living room with a very unhappy looking Mr. Johnson.
0o0o0o0
Tyrone can barely wait until the front door is shut before whispering to his mother. “Can Tandy spend the night?”
Adina stares like he’s lost his mind. “What?”
“Her mom is out of town.” He says quickly. These lies are coming faster and faster and he isn’t sure how to feel about that. “You heard Dr. Burk. Someone needs to be watching her and that won’t happen if she goes home by herself.” He can see the reservation in her face when he all but begs, “Mom, please.”
He holds his breath until Adina sighs and walks back into the living room, saving Tandy from what looks like a monstrous stare-down.
“Tandy, we’d like you to spend the night.” She says, all professional.
Ty doesn’t know who looks more shocked: Tandy or his dad.
“Look I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” Tandy says, slowly rising from the couch, “but I’m not really comfortable with –”
“I understand that this must seem very sudden, dear, but Tyrone mentioned that your mother is out of town and there will be no one at home to check up on you.”
Tandy shoots him a look of pure murder but Ty takes it in stride. He moves toward the couch, standing as close as he dares.
“Tandy, please?” his voice is painfully honest.
She stares at him for second before averting her eyes, grumbling under her breath, “Fine.”
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A fic where tandy meets ty's parents?
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The tap at his window and loud and quick. Tyrone stands quickly from his desk to see Tandy on the other side of the window, soaking wet and full of dirt, but still beautiful as ever. Tyrone takes a deep breath and opens up the window. The blonde gives him a grateful smile as he helps her through. “What happened to you?” He pokes, wondering if he really wants the answer to that question.
“Well,” She begins as she starts toward his draws. “I was on my way back to see my mom-”
Tyrone listens as she begins to look through his clothes. “How is she by the way?”
Tandy turns to him, her eyes full of venom- yet somehow soft. “Shitty, she’s in a shit mood, can you blame her?” Tyrone shakes his head no, following her toward the bathroom. “So I’m walking toward the trailer park when suddenly the heavens open and unleash a fucking tidal wave onto me- sorry for the language, and then some asshole in a fucking G-Wagon covers me with mud so-” A sweet smile graced her lips. “Can I use your shower?”
At this point, he wonders why she even asks. He extends his arm as a ‘go for it’ gesture before going back to his studies.
Tyrone is about twenty minutes into his homework when he hears a knock at the his bedroom door. He looks over at the closed bathroom door for a moment before going to answer. It’s his mom of course and her face just reads annoyance. “Ty, can I please use your bathroom to finish getting ready. I stepped out of mine for one second and your father took it over.”
Tyrone’s heart drops into his stomach and he tries to hide his panic as he shakes his head. “No, um no you can’t right now, it’s a hot mess in there and I am just so embarrassed of the state that it is in, so no, you can’t use it.”
His mom wasn’t playing. Her lips went thin and her brows narrowed. “Son, Anna was just here yesterday to clean the house, how would your bathroom get that messy that quick?”
“Mud.” He answers, nodding his head quickly.
“Mud?” Adina repeats.
Tyrone isn’t very good a lying, he in fact sucks at it. Almost everyone sees through it, Tandy and his mom happened to be the masters of seeing through it. “Yeah, it’s really muddy in there right now.”
Adina rubs her temples and shakes her head. “I swear Tyrone- Anna said last time she cleaned your tub, it was filthy with some kind of leaves in it. If you went and did that again, I-”
“Do you have a spare toothbrush? Mine seems to have seen the street filth armageddon.” It doesn’t take his mom a beat as she pushes to door open to see a blonde girl standing in her son’s room in a towel. She didn’t see this girl walk through the front door, or had she ever met her before. “Ty?”
She finally looks up to see what made him go silent. Tandy clutches the towel a bit tighter around her chest. “Oh shit.” She squeaks. “Oh, uh- Hi Mrs. Johnson.”
Tyrone had to give it to her, for at least attempting to put the charm on. Adina looks as if she is about to explode though and for once, he senses a different kind of fear in Tandy. “You two, downstairs- I am getting your father, Tyrone.”
“Can I get dressed first?” Tandy asks, unsure if she should even move.
“Yes.” It is harsh and Tandy dashes back to the bathroom, quickly putting on a shirt of his and some sweatpants. “She’s scary.” She comments as they jog down the stairs, running her hands through her wet hair.
“She thinks we were having, well, she thinks we are-” Tyrone’s voice is still shaking, above a whisper.
“Having sex, yeah, I know Ty.”
The back of his neck feels hot as they sit across from his parents, even more so when his dad holds back a laugh. “So you must be Evita?”
Tyrone’s words are caught in his throat, he never really got to telling his parents the end result of Evita, being back to trying to be friends because of the girl sitting next to him. “No,” She speaks. “Ah, no I’m Tandy.” She nods slowly, tapping her fingers together. “My dad named me after his first computer so, that’s where the name comes from.”
Adina shakes her head and glares at her husband. “So, Tyrone, either you owe Evita a explanation or you moved on pretty quickly. What is it?”
“Uh,” Tyrone begins. “Evita and I have been done for a few weeks, it just didn’t work out.” His eyes move to Tandy who was attempting her best at eye contact. “But Tandy and I are just friends, alright? She was in a tight spot so I let her use my shower. Nothing happened.”
“Don’t you have a home, Tandy?” His mom sat forward, eyeing the teenage girl in front of her it was a showdown at its source, Adina’s tone was questioning and full of suspicion. “I’m sure your house has a fully functioning shower that you can use.”
Tandy shifts next to him, keeping composuring and Tyrone prays to whatever highpower that she doesn’t lose her cool. “Mrs. Johnson.” He is shocked when she speaks, there is respect in her voice and she’s being careful. “My situation isn’t the best. My mom has issues, even now more than ever before since her…” There is a waiver in her voice. “Boyfriend was killed. So she has been having a different guy every night over the house and I don’t feel comfortable showering there. I don’t know what these men are capable of.” Tandy doesn’t break eye contact with the older woman. “There is nothing going on between Ty and I, he is just helping me out.”
Adina’s face changes, as well as Otis’. Tandy was being honest and sincere to his parents and it was making Tyrone respect her more than he already did. “Do you have a dad, Tandy?” Otis now asks, concern on his face.
She shakes her head. “No, he died the night of the storm- when the rig blew up. So, no.”
“Oh.” His mom blinks. “Thats-” She looks over at Tyrone, a sort of understanding forming of why her son was hanging around this girl. “I am sorry to hear that.” and Tandy nods as she looks down at her hands. “However, if you ever need anything, Tandy, just ask.” Both teenagers look up in shock, not expecting this from Adina, even Otis looked taken back. “You don’t actually need to keep sneaking her around, Tyrone.”
“Actually, mom, dad, I was going to ask you if she could crash here some nights.” Tyrone suddenly interjects and suddenly, all eyes are on him. “I mean we have that guest room and we never have guests over so-”
Otis rubs the back of his neck and glances toward his wife. “How about your mom and I talk about this and we will get back to the two of you.” He nods toward his son. “Why don’t the two of you hang out here for now.”
“We were actually going to go out, get some food,” Tyrone tells him. “Maybe go play some ball.”
Adina chuckles. “Maybe Tandy would actually like to get some of her own clothes first.” She takes in the silence between the two teens. “She has clothes here, doesn’t she?” She shakes her head when she nods. “Alright, well have fun and be safe.”
The older woman watches the two go off as her husband stares at her blankly. “What?” Otis shakes his head. “I like that girl, there is something about her that just draws you in. They are good for each other. Now come on, let’s get that banquet over with.”
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