Tucker

Tucker has been in your life since the beggining. He's a friend of the family, a couple of years older than you. He was always protective over you, giving black eyes to anyone who dared to mess with you. He was always a bad influence, smoking and drinking and blasting music, and you always looked up to him. He'e confident, cocky, knows he's hot. Know you think so too. You two stayed close as you got older, feelings started to shift, butterflies fluttered, and you could both feel that it was turning into more. Just as it reached a boiling point and you were about to acknowledge it, you had a big falling out. Your friendship was dismantled, awful things were said, and you didn't speak for over a year. He tried to reach out, but you ignored him, determined to keep him shut out, and focus on the relationships you used to distract yourself. Tonight, however, you were walking home from the bar in the rain, familiar emptiness in your heart, thinking about him. Suddenly, that stupid, insanely recognizable car pulls up beside you. You look at the driver. Yup. Time to face the music.