Cinnamon. {Joshler}

Pink

Hello again! I'm so sorry this chapter is so late, but it's really long so hopefully that can make up for it a bit? Yeah I'm really sorry I got off to a horrible start. I should be updating again soon with Chapter three though. Okay so there is a bit of a slight warning for this chapter and it's slight homophobia but it's only like a couple of sentences. Anyways, enjoy!

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I walked out of my house and down the street, heading towards Tyler's point of residence. It was your typical Saturday morning, with birds chirping and everything. I had a black sweatshirt on, just because I was wearing a grey tank top with the sides cut almost all they way out of it. I also had on a pair of black skinny jeans and all-black vans. I was listening to my music as I trucked down the sidewalk, eventually coming up to the address I had been given. Tyler's house was cute. It was cream with a brown trim, and there were plants basically everywhere.

I knocked on the door. It took a second for the door to open but when it did I smiled. Tyler was standing there, wearing a light pink sweater that said 'Am I Pretty?' with a giant yellow cartoon flower on it. He again was wearing skinny jeans, grey this time, with matching pink converse. He wasn't wearing a flower crown or a pair of headphones, he just had a pair of gauges in that matched his cross necklace. He also had a rather large black bag. "Hi, Ty!" I said, probably more enthusiastically than intended. I noticed he blushed a bit at the nickname I had given him just now. "Uh, hi." He smiled and walked out of his house, closing the door quietly behind him.

"So," Tyler said after we had been walking for a bit. "where are we going?" I looked at him, inhaling the familiar scent of cinnamon. "My place. I was thinking we could work on our project for Mrs. Linde's class together as well as showing each other how good we are." Tyler nodded, suddenly appearing a bit nervous. I chose not to comment on it.

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"Hey mom, Tyler's here!" I said, calling to my mother from the kitchen. She came out, her apron covered in a mysterious substance. "Oh, hello Tyler! It's nice to meet you!" I watched them shake hands and talk about some kind of food dish for a minute, and then I took Tyler to the basement, where all of my musical instruments were.

"Oh my god, you play the drums?" Tyler practically squealed, and I chuckled at his reaction. "Yeah. I used to play guitar but I don't anymore. It's over there." Tyler walked over and plucked one of the strings to the acoustic instrument, wincing at the sound it made. It was very out of tune. "I'll show you what I play." Tyler said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small portable keyboard. I probably looked confused, since I was. "Why did you bring that if you didn't know we were gonna be making music?" Tyler smiled a big smile. "I'm always prepared. Sometimes I hear melodies and need to play them so I don't forget. How do I make sure I don't forget if I'm out, you ask? The answer is simple: Bringing my keyboard everywhere." I started laughing at his answer, because it was so cute. He literally takes his piano everywhere so he never forgets anything. Of course Tyler thought I was making fun of him and looked down, so I had to fix that. I pulled his chin up, cinnamon eyes staring into my coffee coloured ones. "Ty, I'm just laughing because it's cute." I didn't fully realize the gravity of that statement until much later, but we'll get to that.

"I uh, have a song in mind that I wrote a while ago." Tyler said, a light pink dusting his sun-kissed cheeks. He started playing his keyboard, the music drifting out of it more beautiful than anything I had ever heard, that is, until I heard his voice.

  Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty sleeper
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder
Inside your head than the winter of dead

I will tell you I love you
But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears
My nose and feet are running as we start
To travel through snow
Together we go
Together we go

We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk
So much slower

Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty weeper
Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops
Please, take my hand, we're in foreign land
As we travel through snow
Together we go
Together we go

We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk
So much slower