Tyler and I recorded the song a couple of times before we were completely satisfied with it.
And the way we heard it, the last recording sounded great and it took even less time than we anticipated. I never would've thought I could record a song within a day that I didn't even know. But Tyler was right, he got all the hard parts and I've even come to know them by now.
At this point I'm tired as fuck, my lack of sleep didn't really help today and the fact that I haven't eaten since my breakfast is also becoming a deal-breaker. I'm hungry! And when I'm hungry I get cranky.

'That was amazing, darlings!
I'll go over the last recording with Ryan, but I think you both nailed this one.'

'Thank fuck!
I'm hungry as hell!'

I groan rubbing my stomach. I turn my attention to Tyler who's sitting on the bench in the corner of the recording room, playing with his phone.

'So... Are you going to tell me, or what?'

Tyler lifts his head up in my direction, a sad smile appears on his face as he taps his hand on the wood next to him, as a sign for me to sit down.

'You want the whole life story, huh?'

He mumbles, leaning his head against the wall. I walk over to him and sit down next to him as I mumble.

'I dunno. I asked for the reason behind the song, I don't exactly know if it's your life story. If I knew, I wouldn't have had to ask, now would I?'

'Heh, I guess your right.'

He smirks as his head turns to me.

'Basically, my parents dumped me out on the streets when I told them I wanted to do music for a living.'

'I'm so sorry, Ty.'

'Don't be!
It's not like it's your fault.'

I pull my eyes away from him as a small sigh escapes from my mouth. I can't even imagine how that must feel like, my parents have always encouraged me, my brother, and sister to become whatever we wanted to be. I would've been devastated if my parents didn't support me.

'Anyways. They always acted like we were a wealthy family, but that's far from the truth.
My dad has some lame-ass job in an office downtown, he always wanted me to follow in his footsteps.
He worked in the same company all his life.
My family is kinda old school, you know? The husband works his butt off while the wife stays at home with the kids, doing the cooking and cleaning.'

I nod sitting back against the wall, listening quietly to Ty's story.

'My dad used to work sixty hours a week, just so he could support his family. We lived in a nice house and all, but that was about it.
My parents don't love eachother. Hell, I don't even know if you can call what they have an actual relationship.'

He sighs.

 'They are more like roommates. When I was fifteen I told my parents I didn't want to work behind some crappy desk for the rest of my life. At first, they were taken aback by the fact I wanted to do something different... But when they heard my kind of different was music?
All hell broke loose!
My dad walked away, not even responding and my mom looked at me with tears in her eyes asking me why I had to be such a disappointment to them. But only a few seconds later my dad came whirling down the stairs with a backpack, telling me to get out of their house immediately. He said if I wanted to live the "rockstar life" I had to start at rock bottom.'

'That's awful!'

I shout. How could anyone treat their own kid like that?!

'I swore to myself I would never become like them. Unloving towards your partner, practically forcing your children to become what you want them to be.'

'I'm truly sorry your parents said that to you, they're supposed to be the people who love you the most. Not the ones who kick you out of the frikkin' door, for having a different dream than the life they've planned out for you!'

I groan through gritted teeth. Tyler turns his head to me, chuckling softly as he sees my anger.

'Easy there tiger.
I agree with you, kids should be able to chase their dreams.'

'Exactly!'

I spit, still angry about the whole matter. Damn my short fuse!

'But don't worry about it. I've made it to the top and every single day I get the satisfaction of proving them wrong.'

I chuckle a bit, knowing that if it was me in his position I probably would've done the exact same thing.

'So, now you know my story. What about yours?'

'My story?'

'Yeah, what about your family?'

I lift my eyebrow at Tyler, knowing that he's talking about my sister as well.

'There is not much to tell. I got a twin sister and an older brother ...my parents died. One part of the family is seriously screwed up and we only talk to them if we have to, and the other part is dead.'

'Shit. Do you call that not much?!
That's more than enough crap if you ask me. And I'm sorry about your parents..'

'Thanks, Ty. Yeah, of course I miss my parents. But other than that I'm fine about how things are right now. I love Rebekah and Alex and as long as we three have each other we'll cope.'

I say smiling back at Tyler. I turn my attention to the window for a second looking for Delphine. I spot her instantly as she's still having a debate with Ryan, probably about the last recording. Good is never good enough with her, is it? Poor Ryan, I've got no clue how he manages to deal with her every freaking day of the week... She may be my manager, but I would go crazy if I had to spend every day with her. In my case I still work a lot on my own, Delphine knows I can't write songs when people are breathing down onto my neck, let alone her. I focus my attention back on Ty, who apparently was doing the same as me, checking if we were free to go.

'And what about your sister? You said she would be more my type, why is that? Aren't you identical twins?'

I immediately start grinning at his question, I wondered when he would ask.

'We are identical twins-ish... We don't know how it's even possible, but we look exactly the same except for our hair color. She's a brunette while I'm a blonde. Mom always told us she used to worry in her pregnancy that our dad wouldn't be able to keep us apart, so her instincts and body must've listened to her prayers and given us different hair colors. We used to make fun of it a lot.'

A laugh escapes Ty's mouth, chuckling about the fact that we used to say that. The worst part about it? My dad probably wouldn't have been able to keep us apart.

'Another major difference about my sister and I?'

I point at Tyler's body knowing that he has loads of tattoos as well.

'She has nineteen tattoos at the moment, still counting though...'

'So because I have tattoos you think I would like her more, huh?'

He says lifting an eyebrow at me.

'No.
I think that because of my sister's personality and the fact that she actually can contain relationships.'

'Alright, you got my attention. But still, I can't believe it's that bad.'

'Believe it.'

I mock without going further into detail about it. He doesn't understand, no one does... How could he? They. They don't know what I went through! I felt like crap for the past three years. He, the one I'm avoiding talking about, think about. He broke me, he broke me beyond repair. I don't trust love, I don't believe in it anymore. And I want nothing to do with it anymore either. Ryan and his hot lover are the only exception to the rule.

'Sweetie!'

I hear Delphine's voice echoing in my head and I rip myself away from my painful thoughts.

'Yeah, what is it?'

I groan, hoping she'll finally let us go home for the day. I'm exhausted. And hungry!

'Do you wanna hear the final recording?'

I look over to Tyler, my eyes pleading, hoping he'll have the same mindset as me. He nods and focuses his attention on Delphine.

'Is it alright if we'll do it tomorrow? I think I wanna write a song together with Lex. If you're both interested? And at the moment we're just tired and hungry.'

I smile at Tyler, happy about the fact that he likes my voice this much. Delphine drags her hands through her hair, obviously taken back by his sudden suggestion.

'Oh, Delphine you can't be serious?!
This would be an amazing opportunity and the publicity would go through the fucking roof!'

I scream out of disbelief. How can she not like this?! She's a freaking publicity junky, for God's sake!

'Alright, alright!
But honey, after this you'll have to give it two hundred percent. You have to finish a new album before fall.'

'Like I don't work my damn butt off already.'

I mumble, getting annoyed by the fact that she thinks I don't have an actual life to live besides my singing career. In the last few weeks, I've been working around the clock. Hell, I think I'll be better off buying a damn stretcher so I could sleep here as well. Maybe then Delphine would be finally satisfied with my devotion towards this.

'It's settled then, go home you two. I'll call Victor, so he'll know and I'll see you both tomorrow at eleven.'

'Thank fuck!
Sleeping in, that's exactly what I need!'

I shriek, grabbing Delphine into a hug out of happiness.

'Hon, you know I love ya.
But don't!'

'Yeah, sorry. I got a little carried away there.'

I utter, stumbling backward slightly shaken from myself. I don't hug The Dragon Lady, ever. I wink at Ty to grab his stuff, so she doesn't get the time to change her mind about it. Tyler nods and starts grabbing his stuff while I walk over to my bag. I quickly stuff everything in it and walk to Ryan.

'Thanks, sweetheart. I'll see you in the morning alright?'

'Good job, darling. You were great today, love ya!'

I kiss Ryan on the cheek and make my way to the door waiting for Tyler. We walk into the elevator and I press the button from the first floor, after which I repeatedly press the closing button until the door closes. Hurry the hell up! I leave out a sigh as soon as the elevator starts moving, knowing that I don't have to deal with any more shit from work today. This day has been crazy enough as it is. Suddenly Tyler and I get swapped off our feet as the elevator starts shaking making a loud noise, nearly crushing my ears.

'What - the - fuck?!'

I snap as the elevator stops moving. This can't be happening! After a day like this, I get frikkin' stuck in an elevator?! Tyler helps me up and I immediately start shaking as soon as I fully realize we're really stuck in here.

'No! no, no, no, no...
T-This can't be ha-happening!'

'Chill down, Lexi. We'll be out of here in no time.'

I know Tyler is trying to comfort me and I appreciate it, but he doesn't understand!

'I... I can't!
I'm cl-claustrophobic....'

The last thing I feel is my knees giving up on me, as I get sucked into the darkness. Fuck me!

***

'Hey, beautiful.
Are you finally awake?'

My eyes instantly snap open at the sound of his voice. Everything around me is looking blurry and it takes a minute or two for my eyes to adjust. I'm at the beach, my favorite spot to be exact... And he's sitting a few meters away from me watching the waves connecting with the sand in front of him. Even though his back is turned against me, I know it's him. I can feel it in my bones.

'You fell asleep earlier..'

I flinch at the sound of his voice, biting my lower lip. His voice sounds so soft and sweet, and that's all the proof I need.

'Wh-What is this?!'

I manage to choke out. I know this isn't real, but that doesn't make it any less painful.

'What do you mean?
We were hanging out at the beach together, you fell asleep.'

'NO!'

I cry out, my voice sounding desperate. Instantly I crawl backward, my eyes stained with fear as he turns around walking toward me.

'What's wrong, beautiful?'

He asks me slightly confused. I feel my eyes getting watery and I look down while hugging myself around my knees, wishing I would wake up any second. This is a dream! Dammit Lexi, wake the hell up! Suddenly I feel his hands on mine making me stumble back, not allowing myself to feel his touch. My head snaps in his direction, only to see his face is just a couple of inches away from mine. He looks exactly the same, he hasn't aged a day since the last time I saw him three years ago. His shaggy tousled black raven hair is perfectly modeled while his beautiful green eyes stare right back at me. I can already feel tears running down my cheeks, but I don't care. All I want is for this nightmare to be over! He tries to wipe away one of the tears but I slap his hand away.

'Get the hell away from me!'

I spit at him, gritting my teeth while he sits back staring at me in disbelief.

'What's wrong?'

He asks me, looking devastated by my sudden behavior.

'This isn't real!'

I yelp as I stand up, my eyes never leaving his gaze.

'Y-You're gone!
Y-You're living in Vegas, this is a dream. Or rather, a nightmare! You l-left!'

My voice breaks while I pull my eyes away from him. Already turning my back, ready to walk away. Anywhere is better than here. I feel his hand around my upper arm and look back, shooting daggers at him with my eyes.

'Why would this be a dream, beautiful?'

His voice sounds devastated, which breaks my heart even though I know this isn't real.
I wince him off, dropping my head.

'...Why are you doing this to me?'

I cry, my voice barely a whisper.

'I know this is a dream, you'd never talk to me like this.
We argue. We fight. We shout. We push each other's buttons...'

I whisper as my head is starting to feel like it is about to explode. I can't! Before today it had been months since I actually thought about him.

'I never wanted to hurt you, beautiful. It was just teasing and that's all in the past.'

I clench my jaw, as I feel my fingers twitch. I know it was just teasing what we did, that was our thing. But the truth is, it was all a lie! I ball my fists, feeling the anger building up inside of me. Why is my head doing this to me?!  I thought I was finally passed this... I feel like I'm in a downward spiral I can't escape from and every time I think I'm ready to move on, something happens and I'm back at square one. I turn around rapidly, diving right at him, slamming with my fists at his chest. Over and over again, I keep hitting him. My vision failing because of all the tears flowing from my eyes as I let it all out.

'Why do you have to torment me?!
Why do you keep doing this to me, you're fucking gone!'

I shout, my voice slowly giving up on me. I'm so damn mad at him, at me! He doesn't respond, he just stands there and lets me use him as my personal punching bag while I keep slamming, kicking, and shouting at him until my body can't handle it anymore. Eventually, I sink to my knees, crying and screaming my heart out until everything goes black, again...

***

'Lexi?!'

I wake up at the sound of Tyler's voice, I don't think I've ever been this happy to be awake. I think quickly crawling up, still shaking like crazy from my dream.

'Woah! Chill down, Lex! You passed out.'

He says as he takes my arm to keep me steady. For a few seconds, I stare numbly in front of me while going over everything I just dreamed of.

'Lex? You alright? You look like you've seen a ghost...'

Tyler's words pull me away from my thoughts. A ghost... I slowly lift my head in his direction.

'Y-Yeah... I uhh... I just had a weird dream, that's all.'

I mumble, dragging my fingers through my hair. It all seemed so real, it honestly scared the shit out of me!

'How long have we been in here?'

I ask while I scramble in my bag, searching for my phone. Bheks is going to kill me if I'm late tonight! Especially after I was nagging at her this morning. And more importantly, she'll eat all the food by herself!

'It's just after eight, we've been here just over two hours now.'

'Fuck!'

I swear, knocking the back of my head against the wall.

'There goes my fucking dinner! And my phone is dead too..'

'We should be out of here any second and you can borrow my phone if you want?'

He gestures, already handing over his phone. I take it and quickly start tapping my fingers on the screen texting Rebekah.*Hey sis! Got stuck in the elevator at work!!!! And, of course, I passed out because I hate cramped spaces! =@ My phone died, but I should be out any minute... See you soon! (Bear with me!) AND PLEASE TELL ME YOU SAVED ME SOME?!?! Xoxo Lex! <3 PS: This is Tylor Reynold's number ...you should prob save it. ;P* I smile as I push the send button. And as the sneaky girl I am, I swipe the screen back to his contacts list. Quickly adding Rebekah before I exit the menu, handing Ty his phone back.

'Thanks.'

I smile and make myself comfortable on the floor.

'Are you sure you're okay? You still look a little pale.'

He sounds hesitant, not sure whether or not he should've asked about it. I take out a little mirror I keep in my bag, but as soon as I see my face I close it again. Shoving it back into my bag, not giving it another look.

'Your right, I look like shit! I think I'll call a cab as soon as we're out, driving might not be such a great idea right now.'

I groan. Already disgusted by the idea of a smelly cab, with a pervert of a driver.

'I'll take you.'

It wasn't up for debate, I could tell by the sound of his voice, but frankly, I wasn't going to obligate anyways. Out of the blue, the elevator starts moving again and my heart secretly jumps, happy about the fact I can finally get out of this tin box.

'...Thank god!'

I breathe out of relief. Both me and Tyler get off the floor before he hands me his arm for support, seeing I'm still wobbly from passing out. And the fact that I haven't eaten since breakfast might have something to do with it as well. After the elevator reaches the ground floor we both get out as quickly as possible. Some guys from the repairing company ask us if we're alright and we both nod, just wanting to get home at this point. He waves us off and we both walk outside, I stop as soon as I remember I've got no clue where Tyler's car is at. Or what kind of car he even has.

'Uhh, I don't know where to go...'

I say numbly, feeling like a weasel. Tyler catches up on me laughing, as he's standing in front of me his expression changes to slightly worried.

'Bout that... I Kinda didn't consider a little detail. I don't drive a car, I ride a bike..'

My mind instantly goes into fan-girl mode, I live for everything that has an engine, I'm a die-hard for American Muscle cars and a good second place goes to motorcycles. My eye spotted the Harley Davidson Softail the second we got outside and ever since my dad died I hadn't been on a bike. So to say I'm looking forward to it is an understatement...

'You mean that black Harley Davidson Softail with a 1340 cc engine is yours?!'

I squeal, already walking, running,  towards it. For a minute Tyler freezes, his mouth nearly dropping onto the floor, he probably did not expect me to be that kind of a girl either.

'I told you there was more to me than just looks. Not all blondes are dumb as fuck.'

I state, not even looking back at Ty. Instead, I focus my attention on the bike. It's gorgeous and looks brand new. Tyler definitely takes good care of it, I can tell. My hand glides over the saddle as I look at Tyler, who has also made his way over here, standing next to me his arms folded together.

'How long do you have it?'

I ask curiously, it sure looks like it has strolled right out of the shop, but some hunch tells me he's got it longer than I expect.

'Almost five years, bought it as scrap metal.' 

He says clearly irritated about the fact someone treated it that poorly before.

'It cost me nearly two years to get it to look like this.'

'You did a good job on it, she looks damn fine!'

I say, not able to keep my hands off it, although I am very careful. I can see he takes a lot of time to keep it like this and I know how much a car or bike can mean to someone.

'So you know your bikes. I sure didn't expect that.'

He says chuckling, I turn towards him grinning slightly. Giving him a cocky 'told you so' glare, while putting my hands on my hips.

'Got it from my dad, he always used to be in the garage. Bhek's and I just picked it up, it feels like second nature...'

I mumble smiling while thinking about the times we used to help my dad. Bheks and I were just over four years old when we started to help with restoring my dad's old '69 Charger.

'I like you both already. Come on, let's get going.'

He says while putting on his gear. I nod and grab the extra helmet, Ty hands me. I put it on and take my seat behind Tyler. He leans back shortly and tells me to give him a heads up in case I start feeling bad. I tell him where I live, luckily he knows the area so I don't have to give him directions. He turns on the engine and I put my arms around his waist for extra support.
I can feel him smirking, but before I can react we're on our way. Dickhead. 

I see the city gliding past me and leave out a sigh of satisfaction. Even though I'm not the one riding it, being on a motorcycle gives me a sense of ...relief. After a couple of minutes, my mind starts rambling, taking me back to the dream I had when I was passed out... I can't shake him. Why can't I just forget the hell about him?! I clamp my teeth together, mad at myself for going back there. He was, is, Bheks best friend, not mine. I just can't go there, not again... I scowl at myself. I can't believe it still haunts me so much. I just kept hitting him... I honestly thought I was passed this, it took me three damn years for God's sake! And just that bloody one word fucked everything up! Beautiful... It echoes in my mind and I curse myself for it, flinching just at the thought of seeing him again. I know it's bound to happen at some point, he moved, but I know he'll be back for Bhek's. The only thing I can do is hope, hope I'll be either as far away as possible when it happens, or hope I'll be over him, for real! But since it looks like that ain't going to happen soon, I'm left with option one. Keeping myself as far away as possible from him.

'We're here, can you please loosen that grip of yours?'

Tyler's voice startles me and I nearly jump off his bike. He laughs as he sees me stumble off and I can feel my cheeks turn deep red, I must have been lost in my thoughts for a long time...

'Sorry, did I crush you?'

I mutter shyly, not able to look him straight in the eye. Tyler gets off as well and he sends me a soft smile.

'Maybe a bit, I already asked to loosen it up a couple of minutes ago, but you didn't seem to hear me. I figured you had other things on your mind, so I let you.'

'Sorry about tha~'

Before I can finish my sentence the front door gets slammed open and Rebekah comes outside.

'Look who finally decided to come home...'

She snorts, folding her arms. She swallows her next words as soon as she sees Tyler, raising a curious eyebrow towards me.

'No. He is not the reason I'm late, didn't you get my text?'

I groan, knowing what Bheks is thinking right now.

'I did. But this~' She says teasing while pointing at Tyler, 'changes things...'

'Seriously?! You should know me better than that.'

I say rolling my eyes at her. Tyler is just watching the both of us, mostly Rebekah, from a distance, not interfering between the both of us.

'Sorry for wanting my sister to date and be happy!'

She mocks, throwing her hands in the air.

'First of all, don't start with me!' I snap at her, gritting my teeth. 'Secondly, you can have him...'

I sigh, waving my hand at Tyler.

'Hello! I'm not a damn lap dog, you can buy in a yard sale!'

He shouts and the two of us start laughing at the confused, yet angry look on his face while he stares at me in utter astonishment. It's as if I've just sold you for one dollar at an auction or something.

'I never said you were! My sister and I just have a different kind of speaking to one another.'

I chuckle, while Bheks is still giggling because of Ty's reaction. When Rebekah finally stops, she shifts her attention to Tyler. I know, you know who he is, so introductions aren't really necessary. What does draw my attention is the way Tyler is looking at her as if he's trying to figure out something...

'I'll leave you two to it. And I'll see you in a couple of minutes.'

Rebekah says, addressing the last part to me. I nod and hand her my bag.

'Nice meeting you, Tyler.'

She says sweetly clicking her tongue, making me grin as I shake my head knowing this is something she does whenever she likes someone.

'Y-Yeah... Same goes for you, Rebekah.'

He mumbles, clearly still cracking his brain over something. He sends her a sheepish smile, after which Bheks walks back inside. Oh, they sure are into each other...

'Someone's got it bad.'

I say chuckling with a big smirk plastered on my face as I look back at Ty, who's still following Rebekah inside with his eyes.

'It's not that. It's just, I think I know her from somewhere...'

'That doesn't surprise me, actually.'

I shrug as Tyler's gaze focuses back on me not that Rebekah's silhouette has disappeared. Slightly confused he lifts an eyebrow not fully understanding where I'm getting with this while I chuckle, pointing at his body.

'My sister is a tattoo artist. And since your covered with them, it wouldn't be too hard to believe you've seen her work.'

'Hold on. You mean, she's the Rebekah?!'

He utters, eyeing back at the door she vanished through a second ago. I silently confirm his thoughts by nodding and he just stares at me dumbfounded causing a snort of laughter to escape my lips while I point to myself since we look alike.

'...You just figured that one out now, genius?'

'Now I get why you thought she'd be my type.'

'Well, you can sleep on that thought. I really have to get inside, if I don't, she'll be dragging my ass in a few minutes.'

I giggle and Tyler nods, putting on his helmet as he hops back on his bike.

'I'll pick you up tomorrow, since uhh, you left your car at work.'

He mutters, clearly searching for an excuse to come back.

'Be here by half-past eight, Bhekah will show you some of her work.'

His head immediately snaps to me, a smile stretching on his face, and even though he doesn't want me to see it, I know he's happy I figured out a way for them to spend some time together.

'That's not what I meant~'

'Yeah, yeah Romeo... Just be here by half-past eight, will you?'

I say grinning while waving him off. I've seen through your little charade, buddy. I think laughingly while I walk towards the door and wink at him, to let him know it's alright. He smiles back and mouths me goodbye since he has already started the engine of his motor. Bye Ty. I think asnd I wave once more as he takes off before I walk inside...