Mitch & Tyler ✖ BajanCanadian/MunchingBrotato AU [COMPLETED]

eighteen : elastic love

[Elastic Love]

Yellow streaks of sunlight sunk in through Kyle's small, square window adjacent from his bed. Tyler watched, his head tilted slightly, the sheets wrinkled over his stomach. The city ahead of him had been outlined in orange, and the dark blue sky faded overhead into a baby blue shade. He remembered driving out of Montreal on moving day and noticing how fast the sky changed, kind of like his life.

He laughed to himself at the comparison, side-eyeing a stirring Kyle and clearing his throat, pressing his lips together so he wouldn't make another outburst.

Soon, the sun was hanging over a few of the taller buildings, and by around 7 Tyler couldn't see it anymore, it had fully risen, leaving him staring blankly out of a window, next to a boy he liked, and miles and miles away from a boy he loved.

Tyler picked up his phone, clicking the home button and watching as the thin numbers 7:01 appeared in front of him, along with the lock screen picture of Mitch, Connor, and himself building a snowman in Tyler's backyard from the Christmas before. He thought of changing it due to the circumstances, but that was one of his favourite holidays, and no matter how much Mitch had angered and confused him, he couldn't help but adore the good times they spent together, especially with Connor, who was another good excuse to keep the picture, since he didn't do anything to Tyler.

Kyle made a 'hmph' noise at the back of his throat and rolled over, smiling up at Tyler drowsily.

"Hey," He yawned, rubbing his drooping eyelids and scooting up to lean on Tyler's shoulder.

"Hi." Tyler's voice was never very loud in the mornings, he sounded almost as if he'd lost his voice completely the night before. Which didn't happen often anymore, since he had taken a hiatus from YouTube, an indefinite one.

Kyle glanced worriedly between Tyler's lock screen and Tyler, who was obliviously grinning at it.

The dreaded thoughts had been swirling around his mind for weeks on end, and he couldn't get them to stop for shit. It was driving him crazy, being Tyler's second choice. His leftovers. He may have not had the highest self-esteem, but he knew he deserved better than that.

He wanted to ask, "Do you still love him?" but he felt he knew the answer already.

He didn't like it. He didn't like Tyler loving Mitch; someone who never failed to hurt him again and again.

But who was Kyle to define true love?

Wait, no, he was someone to define it, especially when it came to the poor soul next to him, hopelessly living off of this alternate reality that never stood a chance.

He remembered the stories Tyler used to tell him back before they started dating, when it was late at night and the background was the classic default of Tyler's old bedroom. He would laugh at the cracked open window, and the window would laugh back, then the blue eyed boy would shake his head at whatever remark Mitch made from the other side, and start his returning sentence to Kyle with, "Mitch did this thing yesterday. . ."