Josh looks down. he fiddles lightly with his thumbs, and looks up again.
"ty? could you come here please?"
the small boy shuffles into the pink haired boys bedroom.
"yeah?" he mumbles, nibbling on a peach.
josh brings the corner of his lip in between his teeth.
"im going to New York, my grandma just passed away and her funeral is there. i would take you, but I can't afford another ticket."
tylers face goes a bit pale.
"how long will you be gone?" he says quietly.
josh sighs a bit.
"a week."
tyler shakes his head.
"ill have to live with her again. i don't know what I'll do without you. ill miss you too much."
"we can Skype every night. it will be okay, darling."
tylers chest begins to feel a lot tighter than it should, he feels as if he's going to throw up. he shakes his head.
"i don't want you to leave. don't leave me alone."
josh purses his lips, pressing his head to tylers.
"i love you baby, i'll be back in a week. my flights in the morning. we should get some rest, do you wanna come lay with me?"
tyler nods, quickly taking his pants off, he crawls into the comfy bed, bringing his knees and arms to josh's chest, the pink haired boy just holds him. and that's all they do for the rest of the night.
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a tear falls down as josh walks tyler to his house.
"my mom doesn't want me here."
josh's heart breaks, he can hear he sorrow in the smaller boys voice.
"i wish you could come, angel. you've gotta stay. i'll just be gone a week. please, stay alive."
he plants a kiss the the boys lips and runs, he runs to his house. he doesn't even give tyler a chance to say goodbye.
the small boy sits against the door, refusing to open it. he's freezing. but that's okay.
the cold becomes too much for him to beer in only four minutes, he goes back inside, the house is very tidy, and tylers mom sits at the table drinking coffee.
"welcome home tyler." she smiles slightly.
tyler ignores her, slinging his bag back over his shoulder and he runs up the stairs, into his bedroom.
'How frustrating and so degrading
His time, we're wasting
As time will fly by and the sky will cry as light is fading
And he is waiting, oh so patiently
While we repeat the same routine as we will please comfortability
Please don't think about why you can't sleep in the evening
And please don't be afraid of what your soul is really thinking
Your soul knows good and evil, your soul knows both sides
And it's time you pick your battle, and I promise you this is mine.'
tyler repeats this poem in his head over and over. the poem he is most proud of. the poem that means the most to him. he sits, curled in his bed, with his ears plugged, trying to drown out the repetition. yet to no avail.
josh
josh
josh
josh
josh
josh.
he was supposed to call at exactly nine.
it's nine o'three.
tyler keeps glancing at the clock every couple seconds, waiting for an annoying ringtone and flashing image to appear on the screen.
nine o'four
nine o'five
nine o'six
nothing.
josh hasn't called, he's six minutes late.
tyler tries not to panic, josh may just be eating.
nine o'seven
nine ten
nine eleven
nine twelve
soon enough it's nine thirty, then ten. still no call.
the voices decide that josh forgot about him, tyler begins to agree. he lays down, and covers himself in his blanket. the pitch blackness over takes him and soon enough,
he's taken by sleep.
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night - joshler
Fanfiction"i think back on things and see things in dark and light. every time i think about my house i imagine it being dark inside because it usually is, you know? everything's dark now." "then i know im going to be the first light you have in a while." ©️...
