Kids in a Coffee Shop //Joshler AU//

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I picked myself up and trudged home. No one is here because my mom is out with her friends. My mom goes out every once in a while because her friends think she should loosen up which, to them, means drink fruity alcoholic drinks at the local gay bar. My dad left when I was six.

I walk through the living room to the hallway and pull the ladder that leads to my room, the attic.

As I walk through my room I shed my bag and skinny jeans, clean up the scrapes on my ribs, forehead, and the cut on my nose, and slip into my favorite skirt with a soft sweater. With The 1975 playing I sat at my desk that was situated in front of my small window. My eyes drift away from my laptop and I see a flash of pink hair outside.

Should I open the door? Oh well. I walk downstairs and smooth my skirt out nervously. I swing the door open.

"Hi, I'm Tyler," I sighed.

"Hey my name is Josh. I'm so sorry about what happened. I saw you crying. I didn't mean to-" he said it all so fast but I cut him off.

"It's okay, Josh. I'm okay." I said, holding back tears of embarrassment, "Why don't you come in? You're all wet." It had started raining again.

I moved aside and he walked in. He looked around and took his shoes off. Heart racing and my eyes blinking rapidly I thought, is this fate?

I quickly recovered when he looked at me with his velvety chocolate colored eyes.

"The storm's getting pretty bad? Mind if I stay here for a while?" he said casually looking at my vinyl collection.

"Okay, sure," I said, not sure if he could hear my voice tremble.

Josh sat on my bed, head turning to the side, examining my room. He then looked over at me, the light catching the brilliance of his face. After a moment, he said something but I only saw his lips move. I couldn't tell what he said, but the way his lips formed the words was beautiful.

"Tyler?" he asked, his voice snapping me out of my stupor, "Do you want to go to sleep now or not?"

"What time is it?" I wondered aloud, looking at my phone, "Oh, it's almost midnight. Yeah we should probably sleep. Do you want the bed?"

"No. I'm okay with the floor."

"I don't want you to sleep on the floor." I said, thinking of how we could arrange this.

"How about we share the bed?" Josh suggested.

"Um... okay," I agreed quietly.

I went to the bathroom to change and started to wonder how I would get through this. This was going to be a long night.