Dear Diary
I hate Mondays. Probably more than Garfield does. I mean who doesn't? What I hate more is being woken up before I actually need to be awake.
~Ally
" Ally answer your phone before I allow the unicorns to eat it!" I hear Emily yell from her bed.
I almost fall out of my bed from the sudden noise. You just don't yell at someone when they are sleeping. Thinking back to what Emily said I look over at my phone that is currently ringing. I thought that sound was only in my dream. I hate it when that happens.
I reach over for my phone. It's 5 am. Whoever is calling better be on the verge of dying for waking me up this early. My first class only starts at 11am so I was planning on sleeping till at least 10am. Damn it.
"Are you dying?" I answer the call.
The line is silent for a second before I hear an all too familiar laugh. Tyler.
" No I'm not but thank you for the concern." he replies.
I rub my eyes as I try and calm down. I'm definitely not a morning person and I'm even worse when I get woken up for nothing.
" Then why the hell are you calling me at 5 fucking am?" I snap which earns me a groan from Emily.
How did he even manage to get my number? I swing my legs over to the side of my bed and let a yawn out.
" Want to go watch the sunrise?" Tyler asks.
Is he being serious now?
" So you woke me up to ask if I want to watch the sunrise with you? You being someone I struggle to tolerate."
I look outside to see it's still dark outside. I personally believe that no one should be up before the sun is up. There is just no point in beginning your day when the sun is still sleeping.
" Well first it was a question but now I'm telling you that we are going to watch the sunrise. I'm already outside so hurry up your fine little ass before we miss it." Tyler voices through the phone. Before I can argue further he ends the call.
I sigh as I get out of my bed. There is no point in trying to go back to sleep. I've been up too long for my brain to shut down and let me continue on sleeping. I walk over to my wardrobe and change into a pair of gray sweatpants and one of my old hoodies. I slip on my ugg boots and quickly go into the en-suite to brush my teeth. Pulling my hair into a messy bun I leave the room.
Once I step outside the building I see Tyler sitting in a black Range Rover. He doesn't notice me as I climb into the passenger seat. I don't say anything as I buckle myself in. Thank the good Lord above that his seat belt works.
" You clean up nice." Tyler comments as he drives off.
I mutter a reply as I rest my head on the seat and close my eyes. Tyler turns up the volume in the car as Circles by Post Malone starts playing. Man I love this song. As we drive off I can't help but start singing along to the lyrics in a low voice. It's just one of those songs. It continues like this until I hear Tyler start singing along. It doesn't take long before the both of us are singing along at the top of our lungs.
" You are a horrible singer." Tyler laughs as another song I don't seem to recognize starts playing.
" I'm definitely better than you." I smirk.
" That still doesn't mean you're good babe." Tyler chuckles as the car comes to a stop in front of a Starbucks. At least he's nice enough to bless me with coffee. We drive through the drive-through and quickly order our beverages. After Tyler paid for our drinks, much to my dismay, we continue on driving until the car comes to a stop in front of the beach.
" The beach?" I question. It looks cold outside. Luckily I came prepared this time.
Tyler nods as he climbs out of the car. " Most people come to the beach to watch the sunrise according to my knowledge."
He has a good point.
As soon as I open the door I'm met by a cold breeze. Closing the door Tyler locks it as he rounds the car and comes to a stop in front of me. He hands me my Starbucks before starting to walk.
" Follow me." he says as he leads the way.
I do as I'm told. We hop onto the sand and start walking. The sound of the waves clashing together calms me. I've always loved the beach ever since I was a kid. I think every kid loves the beach but that's besides the point. When mom and dad started putting work before everything else I used to drive down and just sit for hours on end looking over at the water. It went from just sitting and thinking to sitting and drinking very quickly. Everyone has their way of coping.
" We're here." Tyler announces bringing me out of my thoughts.
I look at my surroundings. In front of me is what I assume to be a beach shack. It's hidden behind a few trees and bushes but it's still on the sand looking over at the water. How long did we walk for? Tyler walks up the wooden stairs and onto the porch. He digs for something in his pocket and takes out a set of keys. He unlocks the door and waits for me to enter.
" You sure there is no one hiding inside because I will kill you and bury your body in the sand if someone tries to scare me." I warn. Tyler rolls his eyes as he steps into the shack. Once I realize that no one is trying to attack him from inside I enter the shack.
Apart from a few surf boards, a mini fridge and plastic chairs the shack seems to be empty.
" Grab a chair. " Tyler says as he takes a chair and walks out of the shack where we entered.
I grab a chair and follow him. I place my chair next to Tyler and sit down. I'm amazed by the clear ocean view in front of me. Even though the beach shack is hidden behind a few trees you can still see the ocean from where we are sitting. The sun has now started rising making the sky a peachy color.
" This is breathtaking." I say after a few minutes of silence.
" Welcome to my spot." Tyler chuckles. I think everyone has a spot they tend to run off to once things start getting too much. Back home I usually went to a nearby park to calm down. I'd usually sit for hours just watching as people do their own thing. It's weird how watching other people makes me feel relaxed. It might sound stalkish and all but it's very comforting.
We sit in silence as we watch the sun rise up. Tyler digs into his pocket and takes out a joint and a lighter. He lifts the joint and brings it towards his lips. He inhales the smoke and slowly exhales it. He gestures for me to take the joint.
" I thought you don't smoke?" I question as I take a drag.
" Never said anything about weed." Tyler smirks as I exhale the smoke.
I hand the joint back to Tyler. I must say I'm getting more less pissed at Tyler for waking me up early. Who wouldn't want to sit and watch the sunrise at the beach with a joint and coffee? People who appreciate sleeping.
" So what's your story?" Tyler asks as he hands me the joint again.
" Well mom and dad felt horny and then-"
" Not that story." Tyler chuckles cutting me off.
" I don't really have story." I shrug taking a drag from the almost finished joint.
" Everyone has a story. Events that led up to them being the way they are today. I'm intrigued to know what caused you to turn out the way you are." Tyler says as he takes a last drag from the joint. I don't know if I should feel offended by what he just said. I shrug it off and let out a breath.
" Everyone has a chapter they don't want to read out loud. Mine just so happens to be a book. " I reply not looking at him but focusing my attention on the view in front of me. I really don't won't to go into this whole my story topic.
Tyler doesn't reply as the sound of the waves fills the silence.
" I'll figure it out. " I hear him mutter before he gets up.
" Come on. Let's head back. I have class in an hour." Tyler announces as he takes his chair back into the shack. I follow his lead and soon enough we are back in the car and driving back to campus.
" What's your story?" I ask after a few minutes.
" You won't tell me yours and now you want to know mine. It hardly sounds fair don't you think? " Tyler winks.
He has a point. Damn it.
" Fine. Let's play 20 questions. You have to answer truthfully and nothing about that story shit you brought up." I say and he nods. Taking his silence as my cue to ask a question I start thinking of what the hell I'm supposed to ask him seeing as Emily already told me a few details.
" Do you like jazz? " I sqeuk out. Seriously, that's the best I could come up with?
" What kind of question is that?" Tyler chuckles as he takes a sharp turn causing me to bump into the window.
" Just answer it." I sigh.
" I'm not really a fan." Tyler answers. I'm not a fan either. I don't even know why I asked him that.
" What's your major? " it's Tyler's turn to ask a question. Thank God he went for the basic questions.
" Economics. "
" You just keep on surprising me. " Tyler laughs at my reply making me a little confused.
" What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I laugh as I lightly punch him in the shoulder.
" Don't worry your sweet little face about it." he smirks.
He keeps on degrading my bad girl image with saying things about me being sweet and fine. I don't want to seem sweet and fine. Maybe I should just punch him and settle the facts?
" Why did you get involved with a frat house?" it was now my turn to ask. Seems like a reasonable question.
" Mason dragged me into it. I don't regret it. I've met a lot a good people that have become my family now." Tyler replies.
If I was to join a sorority I wouldn't last a day. I don't like it when people tell me what to do and how to live out my college life. I have a mom for that.
" Why do you have a diary? "
I look over at Tyler. He looks genuinely interested in knowing my answer. I guess it's not everyday you see a troubled teenage girl writing in a diary.
" I have a lot of anger. Writing in my diary helps me contain it. I know it sounds stupid but it surprisingly works." I answer truthfully.
Over the past few months I have been to diffrent therapists and anger management group sessions and they all have a diffrent way of dealing with my situation. Some say I should get involved in more activities while other say I should start exercising to relieve some of the anger. I clearly didn't take their advice but before mom sent me off to more therapists I agreed to start writing in the diary. No matter how many times I tried to convince myself that it wasn't worth it the more it started helping me.
" You're doing it again." Tyler says as I'm brought back to reality. We have stopped in front of my building.
" Doing what?" I ask as I unbuckle the seat belt.
" Drifting off I guess. You could be talking and the next thing I know it's like you're trapped in your own thoughts. " he explains.
I shake my head as I open the door. If only he knew.
" Don't wake me up again." I warn as I slam the door close. I see Tyler laughing from the driver's seat as he drives off.
I walk back into my building. It's just past 6am. I hate to admit it but I actually had a really good time with Tyler.
I really hate to admit it.
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