Prolouge: Dreaming

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Tyler awakes to see his best friend in the entire world right in front of him, Josh. A peaceful expression rests on the pink haired male's face. He's out cold. Tyler smiles, rolling back over, when he feels Josh's arm wrap around him, pulling him up against Tyler. Josh's voice fills the room, and brings a smirk to Tyler's face.
"Ready for another round?"

"Earth to Tyler? Hello??"
A large hand waves in front of Tyler's face. It's Josh again. Except this time, they're on a bus to Tyler's wedding to a girl, laying across from each other - with a floor between them. Tyler groans, wishing he'd stop thinking about his friend like that. Especially since he was due to be married, and they were heading to his wedding at the very moment.

It is Josh who breaks the silence.
"You excited for your wedding?"
That same husky voice of Josh's. It kills Tyler. It pushes any remaining heterosexuality of Tyler's way out of his head.
"What?" Tyler groans groggily, grabbing his head, and rubbing his forehead.

Josh shakes his head, chuckling, before sitting up from the bunk
"You clearly need some sleep."

"Josh, come back."

Josh turns back to Tyler, bright as ever. Tyler looks at his arms for a moment, noticing he's been adding on some muscle bulk, before speaking.

"How far are we from Ohio?"

Josh stretches, his shirt slowly riding up his stomach. Tyler stares, without realizing Josh had caught Tyler, and watched as he hastily pulled his shirt down. Josh leans against the door frame, fixing his messy hair.

"About 15 hours. We're passing through Oklahoma right now."

Tyler lays back down, shutting his eyes. Behind his eyelids is where there is no arranged marriage. Where Josh is his, and he is Josh's.

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