I'm happy to say I'm back!
Well maybe not for a while but I will write as muh as I can.
Requests will be held back for a while, I'm so sorry tainted_glass lol.
Anyways hope you enjoy<3
TRIGGER WARNING FOR HOMOPHOBIC SLURS
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Run.
Run.
Tyler is running down North Street drowning in his own tears.
Josh is sprinting down South Street with stains of anger dripping down his cheeks.
Tyler wasn't excepted for being a feminine gay.
Josh was kicked out for being bisexual.
Tyler had religious parents. Had. They don't wanna own Tyler. Who would?
Josh has an abusive father. Has. The memories and pain will never leave him.
Little did they know that they would bump into someone who is feeling the same pain.
Tyler pov...
I can't believe it.
They don't love me.
No one does.
Who would love such a faggot?
Who would love a man who wears "girl" clothes?
I'm sprinting in my skirt and blouse.
The same clothes my parents disowned me in.
Josh pov...
I knew this would happen.
My arm hurts from the litter of old and new bruises.
He pushed me out the door.
I try to forget about my dad.
The pain not only physical but mental will never leave me.
I'm sprinting faster and faster until-
Crash!
Tyler pov...
I bumped into somebody.
It made us both fall back.
"Ow! W-watch where y-you are g-going!" I cry even harder, covering my eyes with my hands after flattening my skirt, still sitting on the cold cement sidewalk.
"I-I'm so sorry. I was running and not watching where I was goin-"
"Wh-why are you cr-crying?" I ask. This boy has blue hair that is visible even at this time at night.
"I could ask you the same."
The ocean haired boy puts his hand out and I hesitate before grabbing it. He pulls me up as if I weighed nothing. Mainly because that's the case.
"My parents didn't except that I was feminine. And gay." I say sniffling and wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.
I stared at the ground. Scared to what I would see in his eyes. Possibly the same disappointment I saw in my mothers.
"My abusive dad didn't except that I was bisexual. He hit me and kicked me out."
I now just looked at his arm, it was covered with a sleeve of tattoos which resembled a tree in front of a sunset.
I grabbed the boys arm gently and ran my fingers over it. It's beautiful.
"Ouch. That's where he hi-hit me."
"My bad. This is a beautiful tattoo."
I blush as I realize we are closer then ever right now, me still holding his arm in between us. I step back only for him to pull me closer.
Josh pov...
"My names Josh by the way."
"I'm Tyler, nice to run into you."
"Yah, literally."
I stare into his brown dough eyes when I put my hands on his lower back.
The brunette lays his hands around my neck.
We waste no time as we connect our lips softly, only for the feminine boy to pull away first.
"Did I do something wrong?" I ask, gazing into his eyes.
"No."
"Then why did you pull away?"
"It felt too right."
Third person view...
Both of the boys felt a connection.
They both went through something that many won't ever have to worry about.
They both felt the need to care for each other.
They both were glad that they ran into each other on a gloomy night.
And from the moment Josh twiddled Tyler's skirt.
And the moment Tyler bit Josh's lip.
They knew that they may not have a home, or a place to keep each other warm.
But they had each other.
From this day on.
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Sorry this was short, hope you guys enjoyed. And thank you thank you thank you so so so much for 330+ reads! It really cheers up my day. I will update more tonight so stay tuned. That sounded stupid, whatever lol.
I hope you all have a nice thanksgiving and stay alive for me|-/
