∆Little Wanderer∇ Jøshler

Deux

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"Blessed are those who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing."

-anonymous

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Tyler was enjoying his beautiful day. The rain was a soft drizzle, the sky was a bright white, and the faint sound of thunder was heard every once in awhile.

Tyler walked the damp sidewalk clutching his black leather journal in his cold, numb fingers as his nose was tinted a rosy pink. He sniffled every few seconds, but he loved the weather.

When he walked the streets he didn't see the changing, flashing traffic signs, he didn't see the people walking near him, or the little shops he passed. No, when Tyler walked these streets he seen another universe that only he could see.

Tyler was a realist, not a romantic. Now, don't take that wrong. Tyler loved romantic gestures just as much as the next guy, but he doesn't romanticize the world. He see's it as the horrible mass of negativity that it truly is. No one cares unless you're pretty or dying.Then they still don't really care, they just pretend so that way they look like a good person.

He walked towards his destination, the cute vintage little coffee shop on the corner, in a slow pace not really minding the rain. He would turn his head to face the sky every once in awhile and smile as the rain droplets painted a pattern all over his face; one droplet racing another down the curve of his cheek.

Rain made Tyler content, he loved it. To be fairly honest he liked to think of himself in comparison to rain. They had lots in common: not too many people liked them, they could be both gentle or damaging...

As he approached the coffee shop he failed to see fiery red hair on the other side of the street staring at him.

Josh couldn't believe this boy. Everybody, including himself was taking shelter from the rain under umbrella's, their house, under little shop's doorways, and really anything to keep them from getting sopping wet. However, here was Tyler walking down the sidewalk with a pink nose, messy wet hair, and a jacket that really did him no use.

Josh watched the boy intently as he seemed to smile and appreciate the spring shower. He felt a smile pull at his lips as he watched the boy. He's never been so curious about someone in his whole life.

For god's sake he was a wealthy business man, he read people for a living. He read people's actions all day before he made deals or hired someone, but here was the boy he just met yesterday by chance at a supermarket displaying the best poker face probably known to man.

He hasn't been able to get the brunet boy out of his mind since their eyes met yesterday. He chuckles at the memory of Tyler trying go pick up the NyQuill bottle with cans of soup in his small hands.

Tyler walks into the little cafe, and goes to the barista to order his coffee. He was a cute boy Tyler just couldn't help but 'aww' at.

He had curly, golden brown hair and pastel blue eyes. He was dainty and fragile, but nonetheless his beauty was captivating. He couldn't have been no more than 18 though. He reminded Tyler of a flower, more specifically a forget me not, also Tyler's favorite flower.

The small boy's name tag read: Troye, and when Tyler finally reached the front of the line he smiled at the boy.

"Hello Troye, how's your day so far," Tyler questions with a honest smile. The boy seems taken back by Tyler's kindness as he scrambles to find the words, "uh, pretty busy, but overall I've only gotten two orders wrong," he jokes and his accent is noticeable.