Saving Tyler

TWO

Tyler

I feel something vibrate on my face-- my phone. I groan, scrunching my face. I push it off my face and I turn over on the other side. My phone vibrates again, and I take in a deep breath. I rub my eyes and opened them. I looked for my phone in the dark. I answer it.

"Brianna, I swear if this is something about a guy--" I start rambling, but she cuts me off.

"Didn't you get my text you cranky skank?" she asks me.

I frown, groaning. I check my phone and see her text. And while at it, the time. I put my phone back on my ear.

"Yeah I see it. And it's 2 in the morning you crazy shit." I talk back.

"Sorry! I just really want my computer fixed," she whines, and I imagine her jotting her lower lip out like a puppy.

"What's wrong with it?" I ask her.

"It keeps restarting when I go on Firefox."

I rub my eyes, "Well, I can't really fix that. I'm not good with software problems."

"Right, but you can call customer service."

I slap my face. "Can't you do that yourself?"

"I did, but this guy was a total douchebag! He says I didn't sound sexy enough to help." I laugh and I hear her gasp. "You think it's funny?!"

"Yeah, I think it's funny." I admit, scratching my nose.

She grunts. "Can you just please call customer service for me? I'll buy you lunch."

I do love lunch...

"Alright, I'll call customer service. Wait... I didn't know they run this late."

"Yeah, me neither. But I guess they do,"

She hangs up without thanking me. I gasp. Rude.

I sit up in my bed and walk out of my room and into the kitchen. I start talking myself about how I always do stuff for Brianna and how she can never really thank me for the right things. I dial in customer service for the Walmart we went to and I open the fridge. I pull out an apple pie and I put it on the table. I grab a fork from the dishwasher and I sat on one of the chairs. I take the lid off and dug into my first piece.

"Hello and how may I help you today?" a husky voice asks through my phone.

I almost drop my fork at the sound. Woah... That's some... sexy voice... I cough, pushing away thoughts. I close my eyes.

"Hi, uhm. I have a few questions about a computer I just bought today," I start.

There was a pause on the line. I start digging my fork into the pie. The guy coughed before answering with something I didn't expect.

"Alright, Mrs. I Have The Sexiest Voice In The World."

I almost spit out my pie. I grab a napkin and wiped my chin and lips. I put it down on the table. Looks like I found they guy Brianna was talking about.

"You must be the guy who was a jerk to my friend." I mutter.

He chuckles. "Hey now! I don't even know who you are and who she is."

"I'm calling for her. Apparently you didn't want to help her because I quote she," and I try my best to impersonate Brianna, "didn't have a sexy enough voice, to help." I remind him, squinting.

He laughs. Goddamn it, his voice is killing me... I close my eyes to help myself concentrate on why I called. I clench my hands to help.

"Right, but I did say that I would find someone who would want to help her so I put her on hold. Guess she hung up." he tells me, then I heard him drink from a cup. "Well, I could help now that I'm hearing a sexy-sounding girl."