Who: Bobby, Tabby, and TYRONE When: Tuesday evening Where: About the school What: Reeling from midterms, Bobby and Tabby have cracked open their cold case file. Is their precious, quiet Tyrone the same crazy ghetto man that was on AIM all those weeks ago?
"...too close, too close!" Bobby warned with a loud hiss of his breath, eyes wide and making a BAIL OUT motion with his head. He threw out an arm to keep Tabitha Smith pinned against the wall in the hallway, stopping her from rounding the corridor. For only a few feet away was their quarry: Tyrone Johnson.
To say Bobby and Tabitha had no lives would be to put it mildly. They were bored and sick of studying for midterms. To distract themselves they started their usual bout of gossiping and joking about their fellow students. Before long, they were laughing over the giant AIM conversation all the students had last month. Their main source of amusement? Tyrone. The quiet, gloomy guy in the corner that at least tried to smile more than the fifty other gloomy guys in the school. He seemed an average, introverted guy. But online? Good God. Bobby recalled it was like Mr. T had entered the room. That was not the Tyrone they knew and maybe would one day love ... was it?
In order to solve this riddle, the dysfunctional duo did the least practical thing possible: stalk Tyrone. Never mind that Bobby had normal conversations with Tyrone in the past and could simply have talked to him about it. They decided they needed to catch him in the moment. Perhaps he only acted that way when he was alone, with the mild-mannered Tyrone being a guise to hide the truth.
So they had spent the last ten minutes following Tyrone since dinner, tailing him about the hall and stopping over-dramatically every time they worried one of them was getting too close. Eh, it was something to do. "...I wish he talked more." There was no way to hear jive talk if Ty wouldn't open his mouth.