anti-hero// joshler

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"good morning, tyler." 

he smiles at me. my special smile that he reserves just for me.

"hi... i mean good morning."

"how are you feeling?"

he lets me into his house. i walk down the hallway and into the living room. standing in the middle of the room. my eyes moving from the tv that's muted to the frames above where the tv stands. to the ceiling. to the doorframe that leads into the kitchen. to the curtains that hang above the couch. to the couch. and then to vanity that holds little knick knacks, like the one joshua's friend gave him. to the carpet and then back to my feet. to my hands and to my neck.

"are you okay?"

"not really."

"what's wrong?"

"my dad died."

"im sorry for your loss."

"it's.. fine i guess. i haven't seen him in a few years... he uhm got sick. and my family found out i... i got- about hunter. and they believed him over me. and i left. so.. like... you can see how they'd take that... and now they want me over for christmas- and i. to his funeral. and i can't go alone."

"is ashley going with you?"

"uh... well unlike mine.. her family loves her and accepts every part of her. and no, they're seeing their family for the holidays."

"oh then...?"

"i was wondering if you'd.. go with me."

"oh really?"

"y-yes as my boyfriend... it would make everything better.. for me. unless you have family... t-to go to."

"i don't."

"okay."

"i'd love to go with you, tyler."

"okay."

"okay."

"thank you."

"of course, tyler."

i smile and take his hand.

"thank you."