Hunger and Highs (BEING REWRITTEN)

Eight- Tyler

//edited\\

~Josh~

"I can't believe you got detention for a week." Tyler huffed for the millionth time, but I just rolled my eyes as I cleaned the cut on his eye. "And Brendon, he probably put that guy in the hospital." He said disbelievingly. I sighed.

"Ty, do you know how bad you looked when I showed up? Detention, and a few bloody knuckles is nothing. No one, and I mean no one, touches our friends, got it?" I said reassuringly and he nodded reluctantly. "I'm done with your face, I'm going to run downstairs and get some wraps for your ribs and stuff." I said and he didn't say anything. I walked out of his room, thanking the gods that his parents hadn't gotten home from work yet, and looked for some raps in the first aid kit in the kitchen. By first aid kit, I meant a small hospital supply closest that held just about everything from band aids to numbing medicine.

I shook off the fact that they had that with a chuckle and grabbed what I needed, easily finding it with how organized everything was. I walked back up the stairs, quietly laughing at the message I got from Brendon.

Beebo: I'm gonna find that fucker in the hospital, pretend to be his mother, and tell them to cut his dick off and give it to the other one as a dildo.

Shaking my head, I walked into Tyler's room. I was confused at first when I realized he wasn't in his room anymore, so I walked back into the hall and seen the bathroom door slightly cracked open. I slowly and stealthily walked to the door, pushing it open slowly and seeing if Tyler was in there, my heart clenching into a million knots when I seen him. He had his shirt off, his hands gently running over the purple bruise that he had received during the fight; but that's not what I was looking at.

He literally was nothing but skin and bones. I could see his ribs and hip bones protruding out in a way that could only be described as unhealthy. His shoulders were like blades that could go right through you, and his clavicle was so visible due to the small layer of skin over it. I kept my eyes trained on his lower torso, making it not as obvious that I was staring at how thin he was rather than the bruise. He only noticed me as I came into the view of the mirror. I gently reached out and brushed my hand over the bluish purple area, taking my time to feel his bones.

"Oh Tyler..." I said quietly, and when my hand brushed over his stomach lightly he shivered and goosebumps rose up on his skin. I pulled my hand back and he wrapped his arms around himself insecurely.

"Please don't look at me." He whispered quietly and I'm not going to lie, my heart skipped a beat at the sight. And then I realized that he didn't just starve himself because he wanted to please others, he did it because he didn't believe that he was good the way he was. I sighed shakily and took him into my arms, feeling him hesitantly wrap his arms around my neck and lay his head on my shoulder.

"Ty, you're beautiful no matter what size you are, what you wear, what you do. It's all in your head, and I will make it my goal to make you believe that you are amazing." I said quietly.

"Now don't get all sappy on me just because I got beat up." He joked after a minute of silence and I just chuckled. Right then we heard the front door open and his parents walked in. He groaned. "How am I going to explain this to them without them going and suing the school or some shit?" He asked and I shrugged as we pulled away from the hug.

"I don't know." I said simply and he rolled his eyes. He put a new clean shirt on that didn't have dry blood on it. He stopped after he pulled the shirt over his head.

"You're still staying for dinner, right?" He asked shyly and I laughed, shaking my head and making my way out of the bathroom. "I'm taking that as a yes!"