In Our Favorite Rocket Ship||Tyson
@tysonnhartt
Auggie stared at the text, jaw dropped as he was insulted time and time again for the school he went to. Not that it wasn’t hilarious, he had just never been dragged to hell for it before. He looked up, staring at Tyson across the street and shaking his head, crossing when he was able and shoving his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. “You’re a dick y’know that?” He laughed, looking up at the other, deciding to start walking just in case they were running behind schedule. “Anyway, are you going to fill me in on this adventure you have planned, or...?” He trailed off, adjusting his hat and looking around at the people.
It was kind of the shitty thing about working random shifts; your time table got fucked up. For example, he swore that when he woke up it was 8AM and he had class, but it turns out it was 2PM and he’d already missed his shift at the restaurant. His stomach grumbled and he quickly put his hand over his tummy, as if that was going to silence the noise. He just really didn’t want Tyson thinking they were in any sort of rush for anything. Auggie didn’t work for the first time in ages the next day, and it was Tyson’s adventure they were going on. “Sorry...” He mumbled, averting his eyes to the ground.










