screamed “TYLER WHAT THE FUCK?!” as Sting fell back into his motorbike knocking it over, causing the engine to stutter and cease.
“Shit man I’m so sorry!” Tyler was saying to Sting trying to give him a hand up. Sting was looking at Tyler very confused. His nose was bleeding and looked like it could be broken.
“No, it’s just bust.” Tyler said after looking at it when Sting realised Tyler wasn’t going to hit him again. Bonnie came out of Mc D’s with some serviettes.
“Again Tyler; what the fuck?” I asked.
“I was just looking out for my bestie!” He said but I could see he was upset.
“Well do me a favour and just don’t!” I said crouching down to see to Sting.
I didn’t see Tyler for a week apart from in college and only then to say, 'Hey'. I did, however, see Sting who told me Tyler was helping him fix his bike. Sting didn’t try and kiss me again, I didn’t pursue the issue. Bonnie had gone and I didn’t know who her replacement was.
On the following Friday night I was asleep in bed when I felt the bed depress at the side of me. It was one of those surreal moments, when you’re not quite sure if you’re dreaming. An arm came around my shoulder and I was about to scream when I heard Tyler whisper. “Shhhhhhh it’s only me!” Well, he more slurred than whispered.
“Are you drunk?” I asked.
“Yeshhhh” he answered. I rolled over to face him.
“What you doing here?”
“Shhhhhh!” he whispered sniggering. “My mum's here. Go to sleep.” At which he pushed my head so I was facing away from him, seconds later he was clearly fast.
The following morning I quietly made my way downstairs and sure enough Aunty Jane was downstairs with my mum.
“Is Tyler still asleep?” My mum asked before I had chance to say anything.
“You knew?” I asked, sort of shocked.
“I wondered what all the banging was as he fell up the stairs…” my mum said by way of explanation.
>Recently mum and Jane would go for a night out, get a taxi back and stay at one or the others houses rather than walk across the park at night. Tyler and I were of an age now we could stay at home alone.
“He’s going to have one hell of a hangover.” Jane said.
“Uh huh!” I agreed. I had breakfast and headed up the stairs as I had work. I wasn’t sure whether Tyler was working but I assumed as he had got so drunk the night before he was off today, so I creeped back into my room to get my uniform and come clean clothes. I caught sight of Tyler, he looked so sweet sleeping like that. Then I realised his clothes were on my floor, boxers as well. He’d only gone and got in bed with me starkers! Thank heaven for the small mercy of a double bed I thought.
I was in the shower, when the bathroom door opened. We didn’t have a lock on our bathroom, it just being the two of us and there was a downstairs toilet for visitors so we’d never had to have one. I assumed it was my mum until I heard the toilet seat lift. I peeped round the curtain to find Tyler stark naked in my bathroom taking a pee.
“Tyler!” I sniped.
“Oh hey!” he said bleary eyed and carried on with his whizz like it was the most normal thing in the world. Until we were about eight or nine our mothers and grandmothers were still shoving us in the shower together.
There had only been once when we were maybe about five or six Tyler had asked his mum why I didn’t have a willy? Aunty Jane had simply said little girls didn’t have one. Tyler had ‘touched’ me there with childish curiosity and aunty Jane had told him severely that he wasn’t to touch me ‘there’ or up top; at the same time she told me I wasn’t to touch Tyler ‘down there’. Even though that was only about nine years ago it felt like a lifetime to me. Obviously not so to Tyler who finished his wee, washed his hands and pulled the curtain back on me.