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You sit on your sofa, having changed out of your work clothes, and prepared for your date with Tyler. He had sent you a text earlier in the day while you were working, telling you that he'd pick you up at two; shockingly, his tone and word choice in the text messages were nothing like that of the night before. He was showing shades of the Tyler that you had gotten to know over the past several weeks.
You wonder what Tyler has in store for you for the day; even though you had asked him a few times what he had planned, but he avoided the question every time. Your nerves were getting the better of you, as you think about the events of the night before. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that you would be caught in a strange, nebulous relationship with two different men, and you certainly never thought you'd have sexual contact with both of them in the same night.
While you sit there, thinking about what sort of situation you were involved in, there is a knock at the door. Your heart begins to pound in your chest as you stand up, crossing towards the front door; when you swing the door open, you're greeted by Tyler, dressed in a floral button up, khaki shorts, tube socks, and Vans. You chuckle softly at his attire, so he whips his sunglasses off his face, narrowing his eyes at you.
"What's so funny?" he asks.
"Maybe I'm overdressed," you reply. Tyler's eyes rake over you, seeing the tight jeans, black blouse, and heels that you changed into. He grins widely as he drags his eyes back up to your face.
"You look dynamite," he says.
"Oh, thanks, JJ Walker," you respond, turning away from the door. Tyler laughs loudly, following you into the house, closing the door behind him. "Sit down, I'm gonna go put on something else."
"Are you sure?" he asks, slipping his hands in his pockets. "Honestly, you look great. You don't need to change."
"You're dressed like we're going to the beach," you respond, shooting a glance over your shoulder. "I'm dressed like I'm on Sex in the City." Tyler once again laughs, taking a seat on the sofa while you head towards your room. You pull a plain black v-neck from the closet and a pair of Vans, opting to wear the same jeans. Once you change, you go back into the living room, seeing Tyler still on your sofa, eyes roaming around the room.
"Alright, I'm ready," you announce, catching Tyler's attention.
"You still look great," he says, standing up and moving to the front door. You leave the house, heading to his car; Tyler opens the passenger door, helping you in before moving to the driver's side and climbing in.
"You gonna tell me what we're doing today?" you ask, as he pulls out of your driveway. Tyler chuckles, not taking his eyes off of the road while he begins to drive down the road.
"We're gonna grab some food," he says. "Then we're going to go to this weird little park to eat. And then I'm gonna show you where I work."
"We're going to the church?" you ask.
"We are," he says. "That okay? You're not gonna burst into flames on hallowed ground, are you, Billy Butcherson?"
"Um, did you even watch the movie?" you begin. "Billy lived in the cemetery, The Sanderson Sisters were the ones who couldn't walk on hallowed ground."
"Oh, Roger Ebert," Tyler chuckles. "I didn't realize I had a fuckin' movie expert in my car. And if we're getting technical, Billy was dead, so he wasn't really living anywhere, was he?" You let out an obnoxious laugh, smacking him on the arm, while you cover your mouth with your free hand. Tyler catches the hand that you smacked him with, lacing his fingers with yours; you smile to yourself at the feeling of him holding your hand, biting your lip and looking out the window.
