When Destiny Calls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 7 (v.1)

Submitted: April 24, 2010

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“Vivian?” I heard a familiar deep voice call out. I carefully pulled up the car along the road. My hands refused to let go of the wheel. They were white from gripping so hard. Guess I wasn’t really used to driving yet.
 
“Vivian?” The voice was nearer now. I got out of the car only to see Tyler – looking tanned as ever and his jet-black hair falling around his shoulders – running towards me from the house. He had lost some of those soft parts of a child’s face, hardening into more solid parts worthy of an awkward teenager. Veins seemed to protrude through the skin of his arms. His legs were as lanky as ever; his jeans seemed impossibly long. He threw down a dirty rag and swooped me up in his arms.
 
“God, where the hell have you BEEN?” he demanded as he twirled me I around the same time I shrieked.
 
Seeing my expression, he grinned – the same grin I remembered when we were young – and set me on my feet, keeping his arms around my waist to make sure I didn’t fall over like I was prone to do from time to time. “Sorry. It’s just…..I haven’t seen you in a while, you know.”
 
I felt another pang of guilt and immediately launched into Operation Make Up For Being Such A Shallow Byotch.
 
“Tyler, I’m so sorry. It’s just, the girls said Reservations were, like, looked down upon at Forks High, and I don’t know, it kinda got to me, I didn’t want to become a social leper or whatever, and I know it’s a stupid reason to abandon a friend, but I’m really –”
 
And the most miraculous thing happened. He laughed.
 
I’m serious. He actually threw his head back and laughed as if I’d cracked the funniest joke ever.
 
“Uh, Tyler?” I peered at his face.
 
“Jeez, Viv, I was never mad at you. Of course I understand. You did what you had to do.”
 
This did not make me feel better.
 
“No, Ty, you don’t understand –” I said, trying to make him see how awful I had treated him. “It’s not right. I shouldn’t have stopped seeing you just because it wasn’t socially acceptable. It was stupid of me.”
 
He stopped laughing and frowned in amusement at me.
 
“Uh, Viv, I already said, I’m not mad. You don’t have to keep apologizing.” He tightened his grip around my waist slightly and said, “I’m fine, really.”
 
I looked at him in amazement. The stone I had lugged in my heart all the way from home suddenly dislodged itself and vanished. I felt light-headed. I couldn’t believe he forgave me so easily.
 
“Wow, have you gotten paler?” Tyler suddenly said. He ducked his head to inspect my face, since he was like, almost a head taller than me. “Forks hasn’t done you any good, has it?”
 
“What about you?” I said. “I think you’ve grown….taller, if that was even possible.”
 
He chuckled and tapped his nose in satisfaction. “Six two now. And what are you, like, five six?” His hair was longer than I’d remembered, and he looked as if he’d been working out. He wore a pair of faded jeans and a dirty long-sleeved shirt.
 
“I’ll have you know,” I said in mock indignation, “that I am a proud five ten.”
 
He laughed and hugged me again. I was just happy he wasn’t angry and I hugged him back, breathing in his scent. There was something about him that was warm and friendly.
 
“Wanna come inside?” He gestured towards the house. “I’m sure Grandpa would love to see you. You didn’t get to meet before because he was up in Alabama visiting friends. Remember how we used to sit and listen to his stories?”
 
“I would love to see him,” I said.
 
It was weird being in the Sheridan’s house. I’d forgotten how cozy it was, and the ever-present smell of freesias.
 
“Grandpa?” Tyler called as we stepped into the house. He scooped his hair up with his hands and twisted it into a loose ponytail as I took the chance to take off my coat. “Grandpa, where are you?”
 
“In the kitchen.” I heard him say.
 
“Guess who’s here?” Tyler asked as he wrapped his hand around mine and led me to the kitchen.
 
“Who? Don’t play games with me, boy, I’m trying to figure out this damn recipe your grandmother –” he turned around and his expression flipped from irritated to delighted.
 
“Vivian Nicole Jonathas!” He stared at me in amazement. “What a beautiful young lady you’ve grown into!”
 
Tyler’s maternal grandfather had salt-and-pepper hair that was grown long as well. He wasn’t as tan as Tyler but he sure had that Native look.
 
“Hi, Mr. Sheridan.” I said, walking into his outstretched arms. “It’s good to see you.”
 
“It’s good to see you too, sweetie.” He hugged me tightly, and patted my head fondly. “Call me Don though. Donald makes me sound like a quacker.” He laughed heartily at his own joke, and despite not really understanding it, I couldn’t help but laugh as well. Tyler chuckled, even though I was pretty sure he had to deal with his grandfather’s jokes on a daily basis.
 
“You look just like your mother, you know” He pulled away from the hug to examine my face. He broke out into a smile. “How’ve you been?”
 
“Thanks. She’s great. I’m fine. Though sorry for barging in like this.”
 
“No worries!” He brandished a large wooden spoon grandly. “You’ve caught me trying to cook Tyler’s grandmother’s famous baked lasagna.” He lowered the spoon and frowned thoughtfully. “If only I knew what browning the beef meant….”
 
“Right, Gramps.” Tyler laughed. “We were just gonna hang out in the garage.” Pulling me closer to him, he whispered in my ear, “Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”
 
“Oh, right, right.” Don looked up at me and grinned. “So what brings you here to La Push?”
 
“Oh, I just wanted to visit you guys,” I said breezily – I hoped it sounded breezy, anyway. “I haven’t seen Tyler for like, forever.”
 
He laughed, giving me a conspiratorial wink and said, “You kids have fun now, you hear?”
 
“We will, Grandpa.” Tyler rolled his eyes exaggeratedly as we backed out of the kitchen and I had to hurry to stifle a laugh.
 
“Phew!” We were out of the house and Tyler was leading me towards what seemed like the garage. “Sorry about that.” 
 
“No worries, he’s really nice.” I looked at the house. “Everything’s just like I remembered.”
 
His eyes fell on me for what seemed like a long while. He was obviously very pleased I visited him, but all the same, it was terribly awkward.
 
“Um, so what were you doing before I came?” I said, trying to start the conversation again.
 
“Oh, like any other guy, working on my truck.” He said. He’d stopped staring, but his grin was still there.
 
“I thought it’s done?” I asked.
 
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for improvement.”
 
“Can I look at it?” Anything that Tyler did, I decided, was probably fun.
 
“Seriously?” He looked at me incredulously. “It’s just a truck. We could do something else, you know. Pick up some smoothies or take a walk.”
 
“No, no,” I insisted, “Don’t abandon your truck on my account. Seriously. We can talk as you work.”
 
And that was how I spent the afternoon. Tyler let me sit in the truck and let me watch him work as we talked about everything under the sun – from parents to school to life – everything, really, except, well….that.
 
We were discussing some book we both had read when I thought of this. That was when I fell out of the truck.
 
“Hey!” Tyler shouted as he threw down his rag (again) and moved closer to pick me up. I had fell head-first into the ground and seriously, it wasn’t fun at all. My head hurt and I went a little disoriented.
 
“Are you okay? What happened?” He scooped me up and let me sit down again. This time he sat beside me, looking at me worriedly.
 
“I slipped.” I said simply. “Sorry about that. Can’t help being a spaz.”
 
He nodded. half in consent and half in sympathy. Patting my knee gently, he asked, “Is your head okay?”
 
“Yeah.” I said. I reached up to touch my head and winced slightly when the bruise shot some pain through me.
 
“Wanna go outside for a while? Get some fresh air?”
 
“Sure.” I said shakily.
 
Slowly Tyler helped me up and we walked outside with his hand around my waist to keep me from falling down (again).
 
And as we walked, I genuinely enjoyed myself. Tyler was a fun guy, and being with him made me forget about anything else. I leaned against him, comforted by his warmth.
 
“Your hair,” I said.
 
He wrinkled his nose in defense. “What about it?”
 
“It’s……really matted.”
 
He laughed. “See, only a girl would say that. This is why I need you around.”
 
“I’m serious!” I persisted. “You should brush it regularly. I mean, I’ve seen dogs on TV with fur not taken care of properly, and they get gross stuff in their hair, and in the end it has to be shaven off. All of it.”
 
He laughed even more. It came in large gasps and he laughed as if he’d heard the funniest thing ever.
 
When he finished laughing, he asked, “Are you sure you aren’t suffering from some concussion from your fall? Because seriously, you’re a little out of it.”
 
I got a little annoyed. I didn’t like being laughed at. I pushed his arm off my waist and struggled to stand upright by myself.
 
“Fine.” I said. “Don’t listen to me. Just don’t come crying to me when Don has to take you to the doctor to shave off your hair or whatever.” I marched away.
 
“Viv!” I heard him call. I was walking towards the garage to get my bag and leave. I had no clue why I was reacting this way. Was it really logical to be upset over such a trivial thing?
 
“Vivian.” He was suddenly behind me, one of his hands enveloping mine. “Hey, I was just kidding. My hair’s fine, all right? No need to worry about it.”
 
“I know.” I said. I turned around and smiled to show that I really wasn’t angry or anything (though I was a minute ago). “I was just…..teasing you.”
 
“Well, haha.” He still looked worried.
 
“So why did you suddenly visit, anyway?” he suddenly asked. He flashed a charismatic grin. “It couldn’t be just because you missed my charm and looks, right?”
 
I laughed weakly. “Um……I missed you, I guess.” I offered feebly. “I just felt like visiting.”
 
He looked at me and for a split second, his grip on me softened. “Huh,” he said. I knew he knew I was lying, so I was grateful when he changed the subject.
 
That afternoon, despite my abnormal behaviour, I had a good time. Don invited me for dinner, but I said I had to go home to Keith.
 
“Goodbye, Vivian Nicole.” Don said, hugging me. “Visit again soon, sweetie.”
 
“I will, promise.”
 
“Hey, we’re serious, if you don’t, I’ll come over to your house to get you.” He warned. Tyler was standing beside him, grinning at me.
 
I grinned back. I walked forward to hug him. Tyler had this huggable quality about him.
 
“Thank you so much,” I whispered into his long, matted hair.
 
“No problem,” he whispered back. “Our home is always open to you.”
 
And under my breath, I added, “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
 
 


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