forum •Favorite Liar• [one/one]

Started November 26, 2022 by @Dayzed forum

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Andy watched him for a few moments before she gently took the plate of food from his hands. She could always tell when Tamryn was lying. She didn’t know why; maybe it was something in the way his voice sounded or the way he looked, but she could always tell.

“Tam…”

She gently pulled him close, placing her chin on the top of his head and wrapping her arms around him. She allowed him to sob into her shoulder, and she rubbed his back as he did so. Something about the way Tamryn cried broke her heart, and she just wanted to sit there holding him for forever.

She knew there didn’t have to be a reason for his crying; she’d had breakdowns before simply because of the stress of life. But this seemed… different. She knew that something was bothering him, something she likely didn’t know about. However, she didn’t say anything. She didn’t feel a need to. She would ask him about it later, but for now, it was her job to simply comfort him.

She held him for a long time, even after he’d stopped crying. She placed a pillow against the armrest of the sofa to support her back, and she leaned back on it as she comforted him.

“Tam,” she whispered, “do you want me to make you some tea? You can come with me. I find that tea always helps.”

Tam felt broken and twisted. Oh so twisted. He refuted all the good things in his life, all except for one. It was almost self-sabotage at this point, but he couldn't help it, he felt miserable and he wanted nothing to do with the good things that came his way. He didn't deserve them.
Tam had spoken to his parents, explaining his situation in the best way possible. He replaced the words killer with bad person, not exactly elaborating on what he meant no matter how much his parents pushed. In the end, they told him that it was because he strayed from their lord and savior's path, because he didn't go to church anymore, and because he had given into temptation. Tamryn didn't know what he had been expecting, maybe some words of comfort, a prayer even? But his parents gave him none of that. He knew they loved him and showed it in many other ways, but for some reason, there was always a disconnect. Tamryn could protest and say that it's just the way they were, but the man was delusional to think that the coldness shown by his parents was some type of love.
Sure, they loved him to a degree, he was their child after all, but emotionally they were not there for him.

So when Andy hugged him he seemed to freeze. He was used to getting hugs from Andy, he knew that she'd be there for him if he needed it, but for some reason, that thought brought even more tears to his face. If only she knew, he kept repeating over and over in his head and at that moment it's when he realized he was truly alone. Even in the arms of the person he loved the most, he was alone. He couldn't help but hiccup as he cried, trying to repress his voice, yet all that came out were raspy broken sounds.
Tamryn didn't like to appear weak, it was something he was taught not to show because although his parents could be caring and loving with their words, they could also be cruel and ruthless.
"I'm sorry-" Came his voice before it broke off by his sobs. Maybe he was apologizing for crying, maybe he was apologizing for lying, or maybe it was something more. Maybe he was apologizing for all the lives taken.
When he seemed to calm down and Andy suggested tea, all he could do was nod numbly at the question. There was redness below and around the outer corners of his eyes, his eyelashes were wet and some clumped together making them look thicker than they were. He avoided looking at Andy, as he resorted to spacing off, eyes fixated on the ground, but never focusing. He was too lost in thought, so many questions running through his mind that left him in a state of inner panic, though he seemed calm on the outside.
When Andy got up to go to the kitchen, Tamryn got up and followed. He didn't want to be alone right now. Not in the state he was in.
As the water boiled and a few seconds of silence passed he looked up at Andy from his chair with droopy eyes.

"I know you didn't sign up to deal with this kind of thing. I'm not sure what came over me, I have been feeling…" depressed "off these days." The word depressed felt like too much. He wasn't depressed he was fine. It was just a lot of stress that had tipped him over. Yeah. That was it.

Andy filled the kettle with water before she began to heat up the stove, listening to Tamryn’s words. She felt like there was something she should have said or something. she should’ve done to make this whole situation better. After all, she was always trying to fix things; she had tried to mend her parent’s broken relationship, tried to help her uncle when he’d fallen into depression after her aunt died, and now, she was doing the same with Tamryn. She should’ve been able to fix this whole mess, but instead she stood there, fixing the tea.

“Tamryn, if anything’s troubling you, I want you to talk to me, okay? I- I might not be able to fix the situation, but…” She let out a shaky sigh. “I want to find a way to help you.”

She closed her eyes and leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. They seemed to have more physical contact these days; Andy figured it was likely because of all the trauma they had shared. But, despite the mood in the room, Andy couldn’t help but feel a slight fuzzy, warm feeling in her stomach from the touch. She felt selfish, feeling this while Tamryn was clearly upset. Was she even helping this situation?

“You know what? If you’re still awake after I fix tea, I’ll turn on a movie and fix popcorn,” she whispered. “My treat.”

Andy's words hung over his head, threatening to take him out.

"I'm having a lot of trouble in school" He lied. "I can't seem to keep up between that and my job," He said. Previously he told Andy that he worked an underground construction job even though there was no proof to back this up, only the dirt on his clothes and the missing days he wasn't home.
"They're both really hard" He stifled a laugh. This was no laughing matter, however.
"It's been bothering me for quite some time now and I don't know how to fix things" How to fix the problem I'm in.
Tamryn was happy to be having a bonding moment with Andy but he would have rather had this time spent on things that didn't involve him and his problems. He leaned against Andy as she did to him and they stayed like that for a while before it was time to attend to the tea again.
He smiled tiredly at her way to cheer him up. She was always like this. So attentive and caring, but sometimes it hurt him because he should do the same for her, but she didn't talk much about her own problems. He wished she would.
"Thanks, that sounds wonderful, I'm sorry it's come to you taking care of me, I'll make it up to you when I can" He finished and watched as Andy made the tea.
Tea seemed to be a common theme these days, which he was not complaining about. He loved tea and it led to the fondest of memories for him.

“Oh, shh. I love taking care of you.”

She smiled faintly at him before she poured them both a cup of tea and began to fix popcorn. She felt horrible that she couldn’t do anything to help; she would suggest trying to change up his schedule or finding a new job, but both of those things were easier said than done. Instead, she decided to make that weekend as nice as possible for him. Sure, he probably had work during the day with his insane work schedule, but she planned to make sure everything was as nice as possible when he got home every day. It would be a safe haven for him, if you will, at least until she went back to live at her home.

After she finished the popcorn, she dumped it into a large bowl and headed towards the sofa. She turned on one of their favorite movies before she brought down a few pillows and blankets and sat with Tamryn on the sofa. As they sat there in silence, watching the film, she couldn’t help but think back to when they were younger, back before college. They would hang out almost every day, and they would have movie nights every weekend just like this. Things were so much simpler then. It was before Tamryn’s life went into chaos and before Andy’s own life went downhill. Sure, it hit a rough patch after her aunt’s death, but it wasn’t too bad. It was back during a time when her uncle used to speak to her more. Back when he wasn’t so obsessed with the killer he believed was roaming around their town.

She let out a sigh. No one had actually taken that idea seriously as far as she’d heard, but he continued to work tirelessly to gather evidence. For once, she just wished he would let go of his endless game of cat and mouse and spend some time with her. It was selfish. She knew that. She had been called out for being so selfish before, but she couldn’t help it.

She sighed and glanced over at Tamryn to see how he was doing. Maybe she should just ignored her problems and focus on having a good night.

She gently nudged Tamryn and smiled. “I love you, Tam.”

Tam let out a soft sound at her reprimand.
"Thanks, don't think I could ever repay you for everything you've done, especially in sticking by my side all this time" He spoke, though there was always a deeper meaning with Tamryn's words, in one way or another when he was in a particular mood.
Tamryn couldn't help but watch Andy prepare everything, it was nice having someone else over for once and not be alone on the floor of his room, sometimes crying himself to sleep before he had to get up and go back to college or his much-despised work.
As mentioned earlier, he does indeed get paid, but for Tamryn it felt like dirty money, so he never spent it unless he really had to. He had all the money stashed away in a locked box in the corner of the closet in his room. There, it collected dust as the days went on and it was left ignored. He only took the bare minimum, what was necessary, but never anything more.
As Andy left, Tamryn got up and followed. He acted like that most of the time when they were out in public, like a lost puppy following the person it had attached itself to. It was rare to see it when they were alone but Tamryn was lost on how to act or what to do, so he resorted to following Andy's lead.
When they sat down and they put up a movie to watch, Tamryn stared at the screen, eyes barely open, so it looked like he was squinting. He only seemed to sober up when Andy nudged him and spoke the three words he didn't hear often.
I love you.
Tamryn felt drunk of the sleepless nights and didn't comprehend if he had heard that right. He immediately stopped that train of thought when he realized that she could have said that as an affectionate term for a friend.
He gave Andy a sleepy half-smile.
"I love you too, Andy, more than you know" He muttered the last few words. He'd give her the world if he could.
Time went on and the movie progressed until the ending credits rolled, and by then Tamryn was asleep, passed out. But on his hair was the faintest of red. A stain he was unable to get out even with all the time he had spent in the shower. Blood was sticky and very tricky to get out once it was on any type of surface, even on hair, especially when dried.

Since Andy was sitting so close to him, it didn’t take long for her to notice this stain in Tamryn’s dirty blonde hair. She raised an eyebrow at first, but soon brushed it off. They probably had him painting at his job. Red seemed like an awfully strange color, but hey. To each their own.

She sat there for a few moments after the credits began to roll, occasionally glancing over at Tamryn. He looked so peaceful as he slept without a worry in the world. It reminded her of how Tamryn was when they were younger. But, like with most people, the stress and anxiety of life eventually got to them, leaving Andy to simply wish that they could go back to when times were easier.

She sighed and whispered her goodnight to Tamryn before she headed back upstairs, ready to get some shut eye herself.

For most of the night, the home was silent; all that be heard was the ticking of the clock downstairs along with the nighttime sounds of the woods outside. But, at 3 AM in the morning, noise suddenly pierced through the silence. A loud thud could be heard coming from Tamryn’s room, and soon, Andy came bolting out. She almost tripped down the stairs in her panic, and when she ran up to where Tam was sleeping, it was clear that her eyes were dazed.

“Tamryn!” She shook him awake. “Tam, there’s someone in the house. We- we need to get out…”

She grabbed his arm and began pulling him to towards the door in a drunken stupor. She was obviously still half asleep as she began trying to lead him out of the home, but even if this was all a dream for her, it didn’t stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks.

There were flashing lights, both blue and red as Tamryn stared down at a lifeless body. He turned to look at the source of the lights, but then he was cast into pitch darkness.
A spotlight suddenly shone on him. His hands were cuffed and he looked up at the ridiculously large podium to which behind sat a man dressed in black. Words were spoken, and gasps filled the air behind him from the audience, both of his parents and Andy, with looks of pure terror and shock, maybe even disgust.
"Wait…" Tamryn said weakly. "I can explain-" But there was no time to explain as he fell, fell into the void.

With the bolt being as loud as it was, Tamryn suddenly jolted awake, breathing hard. It could have been the sound or it could have been the nightmare that shook him awake, either way, he was glad to be out of whatever his mind had concocted this time.
He stared tiredly, too stunned to realize what was going on as Andy came running out of the room. Was he still dreaming?
"Andy…?" He said, though not loud enough for anyone to hear. His eyes seemed to close on their own as he thought maybe he was seeing things, but with Andy's shaking, he was suddenly very aware of the situation that was going on.
It wasn't long before Andy started dragging him out of the house and Tamryn didn't protest as he looked back to see a shadowy figure.
Coming right at them.
Tamryn's eyes widened and made himself move as Andy pulled on him.
Once outside Tamryn shut the door and grabbed Andy by the hand and ran with her down the street into an alleyway. It wasn't the best idea, but it was the only one he had at the moment. Tamryn hadn't seen the guy's face, but the build was similar to the guy from that day they went out. Maybe it was his imagination but it was better safe than sorry.
He peaked down the street to see if the guy was coming, but it was empty. Not yet.
He then looked at Andy who had tears streaming down her face. Tamryn gently wiped the tears from her face and pulled her close into a hug.
"I think we should be fine here, but if he comes, I'll take care of him" It wasn't a promise, as he couldn't promise to do the impossible when someone else had a weapon and he didn't. But he would sure try his darndest.
"Do you have your phone on you? Did you bring it?" But he already knew the answer to that. She hadn't and neither had he.

She shook her head and buried her face in his shoulder, hiding it like a child hides under the blanket from monsters. She knew she should be braver than this; she was a police officer in training, after all. But it all happened so fast, and now that she was starting to wake up, she was starting to realize that it may have been nightmare. They had been getting frequent lately, and sometimes, when she woke up, she couldn’t tell the difference between what had been real and what was a figment of her imagination.

“Tam, what if he found us?” She lifted her head from his shoulder, trembling both because of the adrenaline and the cold. “I thought we escaped him that night, but- but he must’ve found your house…”

She took a step back, staring at the ground with dazed eyes. She could feel her heart pounding against the walls of her chest as her head spun with possibilities. If he found Tam’s house and it wasn’t a dream, that meant that Tam would be in danger. He could’ve followed her home that night as well, meaning that she was no longer safe at her house either. They could move, but what would she tell her uncle? What if he kept following them even if they moved houses?

She leaned against the wall and slowly slipped down to the ground, feeling an anxiety attack starting to come on. No, not now. She had to pull herself together. They would find help, then they could figure out the rest of the details later.

Tam stared down at Andy, there was a strange stillness in his eyes when Andy mentioned the guy from the other night coming after them. Tamryn was more than sure he could take him, by the skin of his teeth maybe.
"If he's found my house then he's come to the wrong place. Messed with the wrong person" He muttered. Tamryn was constantly in a state of panic when he was on his own and after completing jobs, but when it came time to carry one out, he wasn't as anxious. Instead, he was calm and collected, like he knew he couldn't mess anything up. If he did, that would be the end of him, and his time on this earth was not over yet.

"I think I should go back and check if he's really there, after all, we were both pretty out of it when we ran out of the house," Tamryn said, though it probably wasn't the brightest idea if there was someone there. But when Andy was suddenly sitting on the ground, seeming to panic Tamryn stopped.
"Hey, are you okay?" He got down to her level, worry glossed over his eyes as he tried to figure out what was wrong. I mean. Everything was wrong. They were both paranoid about the occurrences of the other day, it seemed to be a lot more so for Andy than for Tamryn, though the events had shaken him up pretty badly too.
Tamryn hesitated, an idea coming to mind, but not sure if Andy would want to.
"Why don't you go to the blonde officer's house? Your friend? What was his name…? Jack? I think you'll be safer there for the time being until we figure all of this out. It could have been nothing, but it could have been something" He said, hoping that Andy wouldn't fight him on this.

She curled by the wall, holding herself tight. Part of her wanted to agree and go to Jack’s house; after all, it wasn’t too far from where they were. But she didn’t want to leave Tamryn. She couldn’t.

“No, Tam. I’m not leaving you.” She let out a shaky sigh. “He could hurt you or worse, and there would be no one to help you. Do you know how much it would pain me if anyth8nf ever happened to you?”

She stood up and tried her best to collect herself. Maybe he had already left the house. Better yet, maybe it was all a dream. But they couldn’t just stand there, waiting for him to find them. They had to go back inside.

“We’re going together, Tam, and that’s final.” She took his hand in hers. “Please, don’t fight me on this…”

Tamryn stood there, not knowing what to do. He also wanted the same thing, for Andy to be safe in case he really was in his house. There was no need to put both of them at risk, but he knew Andy wouldn't budge. It was like that, if he were in her position he'd definitely insist as well. He'd want to stick by her no matter what.
So he found that he could not say anything in this situation, though, there was so much he wanted to.
"I know, but-" He tried reasoning but no good points came to mind. She'd always one-up him. He let out a shaky breath when Andy took his hand. He really didn't want to put her through this, but it was very well likely that the guy had left.
The thought of calling the police had run through his mind, but there was no hard evidence that his home had been intruded on. Besides, he didn't like the thought of the police searching his house.

"On one condition." He said, looking down at their hands. "If there's someone there in the house and a fight breaks out, you make a run for it. I'll try to get away, then call a friend to come over, but I don't want you to be involved" He spoke. Maybe it was a lie, maybe he wouldn't call anyone, but calling Artemy had been a passing thought.
"If it were the other way around, what would you want me to do?" He asked, though, he wasn't sure that was enough to convince her.

“I would want you to run, but… one of us is bound to be killed if the other leaves, and I can’t let that happen,” she replied. “Besides, two on one is better than one on one, and I’m sure you have weapons in your house in case he comes at us.”

Andy knew she was being naive in this situation. What they should’ve been doing is calling the police. Well, it’s what they should’ve done the first time he attacked them. But, even though their lives were in extreme danger, Andy couldn’t shake the feeling that calling the police would somehow affect her standing with them. What if she called them and there was no one there? There were one or two people who didn’t like her in the police force; would they accuse her of making it all up for attention? It could get her removed from her internship, maybe even affect her college situation. Andy let out a sigh. She knew she was being selfish. After all, Tamryn was in danger as well, but she was sure he was having the same thoughts.

“But hey, if we do get injured, maybe they’ll put us in a hospital room together. Plus, free food for a couple days.” She forced a small smile and squeezed his hand. “Ready?”

Right. Weapons. If only she knew.
Tamryn smiled nervously at that.
"I d-don't have that many weapons, only like a switchblade," He said, another lie. "I don't carry around guns because I've never had to use it before, never been in this situation," He said, though the guns lent to him by the organization were in his car. Maybe it would have been wise to use them at this moment, but Tamryn himself wasn't the type to carry around a gun and he didn't want to be seen as someone who did.
Tamryn let out a snicker at Andy's dark joke.
"Yeah, maybe I'll request some ice cream while we're at it" He added. Tamryn squeezed her hand back before they headed back inside the house.
Inside the house seemed oddly quiet, well, maybe not odd since no one was there, but it felt like someone could jump out at them at any given moment. Tamryn cautiously turned on the lights and when he saw no one he let out a breath, though, this didn't mean that they were out of danger just yet. They still had to check the whole house and Tamryn was not a fan. The basement was locked so there was no way no one would be in there hiding if there was anyone in the house.

(Sorry for the short reply, it's late at night and I've been very busy, but I'll post longer replies when I can!)

(You’re good! Haha the only reason I’m not super busy now is my broken leg, and I’m not going to work until it heals. 😭)

Andy was a bit thrown by Tamryn’s demeanor change when he spoke about the weapons. She was incredibly good at knowing when someone was lying, and Tamryn gave signs that he was, in fact, lying to her. But why? Why was he lying to her about keeping weapons in his home? He knew that she and her uncle had multiple guns stored in their home. However, she had bigger things to think about right now than Tam lying to her.

As they walked back towards the home, Andy held Tam’s hand tightly, and she didn’t release it until they walked through the door. Everything seemed… normal. Just like they’d left it. She immediately went upstairs, and went she opened the door, a mix of shock and relief flowed through her body. The window of her bedroom which, which in her recollection had been busted with a brick, wasn’t broken. Everything was just as she’d left it. She felt relief because the man wasn’t there, but she felt shock because she’d just had a nightmare and dragged Tamryn out of the house for nothing.

“Tam…” She went outside the door, staring at the floor. “No one’s here.”

(oooo yeah, at least you get a nice break ? haha might not be an ideal situation but maybe the rest is nice?)

As Andy went to check the rest of the house, Tamryn lingered downstairs and opened the drawer to the kitchen to reveal kitchen knives, which he didn't use very much but they were always nice to have in case he wanted to actually cook for once and also…for other things. Just in case.
He took out the switchblade that was tucked away into the back portion of a drawer that held sauce packets from restaurants among spices and other things. When he heard Andy's voice that no one was upstairs, he walked to the bottom of the stairs holding the switchblade.
"Are you sure? Did you check the bathroom and everything?" He asked, still not fully convinced. Maybe the person had left. He still couldn't shake the feeling that there had actually been someone in the house. He could have very well been hallucinating since he'd had the nightmare and was jerked awake from it.
Though, when he stopped to listen to see if anything made a noise anywhere else in the house his shoulders dropped a little, relaxing, but still not fully relieved.
"Okay well, I guess I'm glad there's no one," He said, though in his voice he sounded a little disappointed. He had hoped that maybe he could have put a stop to the man haunting their lives. Maybe it would help Andy to be at peace in her own home, though he didn't dislike the fact that it got her to stay at his place. The company was very nice.

(Oh yeah definitely. I mean school and work aren’t too crazy, but it’s nice to get a break on occasion even with a broken ankle. 😂)

Andy nodded, and by the expression on her face, it was clear that she was just as conflicted as Tamryn was. Of course, she was glad there wasn’t an intruder in the home; she couldn’t imagine trying to live a normal life while knowing the person who had been trying to kill them knew where Tamryn lived. However, even with the relief, she still had no idea what to do. She knew she should call the police, but what if they didn’t believe her? What if they thought she was making it all up for attention?

She sat down on the sofa and pulled a blanket around her. Her throbbing head told her that she needed to go back to bed, but the anxious thoughts swarming her mind said otherwise.

“Tam,” she said softly, covering her face, “I don’t know what to do.”

She had hesitated before saying this, unsure if she should tell him her true feelings. After all, in every relationship Andy had ever had, she had always been the person with a plan. People could always come to her with her problems, and she always knew how to help. Now, she felt so… weak. She had an issue of her own— a problem bigger than anything she could ever imagine— and yet she could do nothing to get rid of it.

“I should’ve shot that man. I had my gun on me, that night he attacked us, but I didn’t shoot him.” She let out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. “But… I guess that doesn’t matter much now. Let’s just go back to bed, forget this all happened.”

(haha yeah, i feel ya)

Tamryn walked over to her on the couch and sat beside her.
"That's alright. Even if there was someone here and they left, I'll figure out how to deal with it, don't worry about it. If it ever comes down to it I can call the police, I'm sure they'll be able to help" He said as he looked down at the floor. When Andy mentioned the thought of shooting the guy Tamryn said nothing. He would have done the same, only if he had been alone that night.
"Killing's not the answer," He said. Hypocrite. "I'm sure there are other ways to deal with it. We should have called the police that night" Tamryn lamented. Maybe then they would have been so worried about the same guy coming to finish the job.
"But…could you have?" Tamryn asked. It was a question Tamryn thought about. Sometimes as police officers they killed people who drew guns on them, it was always excused, after all, it was a who-will-shoot-first situation and whoever failed to shoot first, either died or had serious complications after that.
He wasn't saying that Andy couldn't shoot someone, but what if the guy had died? Usually, when Tamryn killed someone it weighed heavily on his mind and took a massive toll on his mental health. A death was always followed by nervousness and depression. He felt that he had no reason to feel that way, as he was carrying out these jobs one after the other, but still, it always brought on those symptoms. It was his parents' lives on the line and could he handle that? Could he handle knowing that if he didn't do anything in his power to keep them alive and safe, they would die and it would have been partially his fault? He had gotten himself into this mess and it had turned against him. He only had himself to blame.
Tamryn watched Andy with sad eyes.

"Alright. Maybe it was nothing. It's not like he knows unless he followed us and we made sure he didn't that night" He tried to comfort Andy and maybe even himself.
Tamryn swallowed. There was a question he wanted to ask but he didn't know if he'd be overstepping.
"Would you like me to sleep in the same room as you? I wouldn't sleep in the same bed, maybe just on the ground, I can bring a sleeping bag I have in the basement" He said, carefully thinking of a plan and an excuse for what he would say if she decided she wanted to go down there with him if she accepted.

When he asked if her if she could’ve shot him, she stayed silent. Well, the fact that the man wasn’t dead said something about that statement; she most likely couldn’t. Even if she had drawn the gun out, ready to shoot him, part of her knew that she still wouldn’t have been able to push down the trigger.

When he asked her if he could sleep in the same room, she agreed, but surprisingly, she didn’t insist on going downstairs with him. However, she did wait for him at the doorway. She had the slight temptation at times to open the door and walk into the basement, but he had likely locked the door for a reason. She wanted to respect his privacy despite the urge.

Once he retrieved the sleeping bag, the two of them walked upstairs into his bedroom. After they got the sleeping bag laid out on the floor, she began to walk around the room, looking in different hiding spots to make sure the intruder wasn’t still there. She soon decided it was safe, so she went to the door and locked it, pulling a few times on the handle to make sure it was secure. She used to lock her door at night as a child because she was scared of the monsters hiding out in the hall. She never thought she would be doing the same thing in her 20’s because of a different type of monster.

After this, she walked over to her bed, climbed into it, and pulled the covers around her. She had to admit, she felt a lot safer having Tamryn in the room. She knew that he probably couldn’t overpower the man if he broke in again, but his presence was still comforting.

“I’m glad tomorrow’s a Saturday. I don’t think I would be able to get and go to work or college if it was a weekday,” she said softly. Andy reached down and gently squeezed Tamryn’s hand. “Good night.”

Tamryn stared at the ceiling as the smell of bacon filled the air. Was this what it was like to have someone to rely on? To not be lonely? Sure, he was never truly lonely but he felt like it sometimes. Right now though there was a sensation of warmness filling his chest like he had nothing to worry about and that everything would be fine. Like he wasn't a mass murderer and that his life hadn't been fucked up by the decisions he had made.
He sat up and looked at his bed, which was empty. Andy was already up, because of course she was. Tamryn looked at the clock that read eight forty-seven. Too early. It was way too early for him to be up or even Andy for that matter. This was a weekend, not a weekday. Tamryn would have kept sleeping if it weren't for his wretched nightmares. That and it seemed as if he had been restless the entire night until it was almost morning that his eyes decided they were too heavy to keep open.
Tamryn blinked slowly as he rubbed his right eye and got up, making his way downstairs. He peaked into the kitchen where Andy was.
This felt….awkward. Tamryn and Andy's friendship had never been awkward but whenever she stayed over and decided to make something for the both of them to eat, he couldn't help but feel a little useless. Andy would always be the first one up and doing something. He should have been the one to have gotten up first and done something. After all, Andy was a guest, she shouldn't have been doing anything.
"You know…" Tamryn started, still not fulling coming into view. "You didn't have to make anything, we could have gone out to eat or something…" He said, the heat rising up to his cheeks. Embarrassing. Andy should have been resting, not making food.
"If you were hungry you could have woken me up so I could make breakfast" He muttered at the end.