Family Problems Eh?

Really now Andrea this how you dress to visit you mom? Tyson said slowly pushing me back into my apartment. Common Andy I know you have better style than this. Well unless you weren't going to visit your dear ole mom. You weren't were you? Tyson continued to accuse growing more insanely angry, and i hadn't even uttered a word yet. 
What the heck was wrong with him anyways? I mean a gun? Tyson  with a gun was just downright hilarious, I mean imagine a pretty boy waving a bad ass gun around looking like some type of gangster it just doesn't give off a dangerous vibe; except i couldn't laugh because he really was waving a gun in my face and had just forcefully slammed my door shut.
 Well Andy (man did i hate that name) why don't you just hand over you cell and have a seat, Tyson said sounding like he was talking to himself, i still hadn't said a word. Mechanically i splat down onto the couch and placed my cell on the coffee table. 
 Andy! don't look so glum! after i wouldn't have to be doing this if you had just gone out on that date with me. I was going to take you to that nice expensive restaurant you kept staring longingly at all week. It's not like i couldn't afford it he said snorting to himself in some type of private joke.
 Well i'm never going to long for that particular restaurant now am i? i spoke up suddenly, mentally slapping myself, out of all the things to say..
 I always did like you Andy, Tyson said staring sadly at me, why did you have to be working for my rival drug lord, we could have been so good together you know
 DRUG LORD?!! Your a freakin drug lord? what the hell Tyson you're joking right?
Drop the facade Andy, I know your working for Felipe, that's why you made me leave right? He called you and you choose him over me.
 I don't know how but Tyson had managed to sound hurt like I had betrayed him. Like i was the freakin drug lord...wait he thought i was working for a drug lord? what kind of image was i giving out? was that why Emi moved to San Fran? What the hell was i thinking about? I was seriously hyperventilating now, well maybe adrenelin will kick in next so i could kick Tyson's sorry behind out of my apartment.
   Tyson im not working for a drug lord! I dont even know one...well except for you now can you just let me leave? You can stay here you know just take it ill just go out and take a cab to the-
 No! You are working for him! Watch! 
Oh boy did i watch, watched as Tyson called his own damn cell. My last call had been to him how ironic. 
 I rolled my eyes as he put my phone on speaker and placed on my table looking smug until his own voice came on and told him to leave a message after the tone. The poor guy hadn't even recognized his own number i was surprised he reconized his own voice, but he had and I watched as his eyes turned tomato read and he slowly turned to me.
 Um Andy?..wanna forget what i had just said?
Um Tyson? I don't think i can forget but i promise not to rat you out so just leave, and dont come back i said silently in my head
Really Andy im sorry..i really thought-
Just go Tyson i said hoping he wouldn't ask why i had tried to ditch him in the first place but i was just full of bad luck today, you know those days when nothing goes right and you just hope for the next day to come?
 Wait, so why where you leaving?
Damn..well-
YOU DON'T WANT ME?! 
wow he sounded pissed...even more than when he thought i was a drug dealer
No-
IT IS ISN'T IT?!
Wa-
WHY?
-it
WHO IS IT?!
STOP!!! I screamed finally shutting Tyson up for a second but long enough
there isn't anyone else, its just that-
you came in with two other girls you know? what girl wants that? 
~silence~ (finally)
I mean your a good guy.. well i thought you were but i want a guy who has one girlfriend not four.
Andy-
So that's why i was trying to go out for a run, i needed to clear my head
Andy...those girls-
It doesn't matter i cant do this so please leave Tyson please 
Wait Andy! Those girls there for my image, im- im a drug dealer and i have to hold up my image so i wont be taken down but really i like you a lot more so just give us a try
I can't i said despairingly because even though he had four girlfriends a gun and was a drug lord he was one fine talker. How about we just stay as friends? 
He glared at me 
What?! at least i said friends
but he was gone 
at least he hadn't slammed the door...

Bad Date

  After three hours of  preparing for my perfect date with Tyson I thought I was free to assume that he would be perfect...That is until her waltzed in with two blonds on each arm. Ha! And he thinks I would still go out with him? Just because he was by the far the most attractive guy I've seen in a while and probably the most mature..actually scratch that, Tyson was now being degraded to the Jerk in my mental rank of guys. Now to ditch him...
  For a guy like Tyson, rejection is definitely not one of a concept know to him. Number one he does the rejecting and dumping not the lady. For Tyson, rejection would never settle easy, instead it sparks an entirely different affect in males. A girl rejects Tyson and suddenly he comes back with guns blazing...literally. 
  Every girl has her own way to get out of a bad date and it may or may not work but mine, well its the oldest on in the book (my book) and as of now its been working. Every year when its time to upgrade my cell i always make sure to get a cell that has a volume adjuster on the side that always gives a short clip of the ring tone and every year I use it to get out of a crappy date. The key to fooling a determined date is to press the button while walking, lets say out of the bathroom or kitchen or even better from grabbing a coat from the closet (unless the guy turns out to be a gentleman and gets it himself which should be highly unlikely). All that's left is to pretend to pick up the phone before the clip stops but slow enough to look reluctant. Because hey! you're in a room with a hot dude right? NOT! After that it's a piece of cake pretend there's an emergency at work or maybe some family drama...  

 Tyson smiled, smoothly taking the lie and telling me he would call me and left; at least i had thought he had gone home. After he had closed the door I changed into sweats and a loose t-shirt ready for a sweaty run to clear my mind. Except i never had the chance to close my door when i left my apartment, Tyson was waiting right outside with a sinister smile and a bad ass gun pointing at my belly. I guess he did come back guns blazing..oh boy