School bus graveyard one shots

If you'd look a little closer- Tyler

+ mentions of grief 

Tyler wasn't a peaceful person.

He was loud,easily annoyed, blatantly rude, Stubborn.

He never saw the good in a situation.

Yet here he is. Standing in front of a fountain, of a practically abandoned park.

Admiring the hell out of it.

Tyler's P.O.V

I've realized I avoided coming here.

This park was the specific one dad took me and Taylor to when we were kids.

I think the memories of dad just hurt to much, so I don't know exactly why I dragged myself here.

It hurt.

Seeing how the once beautiful landscape was now littered with trash, and most of the greenery were now a dead—brown color.

I never liked change. I still don't. There is no good in it, why change something when you can have it just the way you like it? Why change something that was once so perfect.

The memories sting, I miss him a lot.

Guilt fills my stomach as I remember the joy-filled memories I had here.

Dad would force us--all of us, including mom, out to have a picnic.

We'd whine and whine, but none of us actually hated it.

I wish I had gotten to tell him I felt that way.

There's one thing that didn't change though,

The same, rusted fountain, the one that constantly took the beauty out of the park.

That same ugly, run down fountain, that me and Taylor would throw pennies in.

I'd seen it a million times, but for some reason, I feel a bit better knowing that at least this piece of art— it wasn't art— but to me! This piece of art symbolized my childhood.

My carefree, childhood.

Staring up at the structure. I dig into my pocket to find some type of coin, I genuinely don't care how much it's worth.

I take out a dime, and press it to my lips, just like how dad showed me.

Taking a long breath, in the chilled winter air, I make my wish,

'I want my friends to be safe. And I want to never experience change again.'

Okay— maybe I added that last part in at the last second, but who knows! Every wish counts.

I roll the dime in between my fingers, before balancing on the nail of my thumb, and flicking it into the fountain.

I hear the silent drop of water, splashing up a little, before the water smooths over again.

I feel sorta—like— I don't know the word. But I feel more than calm, I feel better than at peace and I feel anything but annoyed.

I take a big gasp of air in, before holding my breath for a second, as if it might ruin the moment.

Slowly I look up at the big-ugly fountain, maybe this is just as bad as I remembered, but it still has some memory to it. Like when Taylor almost fell in.

I can feel a smile pull up on my face, that was always one of my favorite memories.

Slowly, my feet drag me out of the park, through the dirty gate.

Maybe things aren't as bad as I make them out to be.

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I need to do more Tyler stories 😭