the boy's share a cute little love confession with some morning cuddles :-)
i wish i could cuddle with someone
preferably josh but
with that said anyone wanna date
i'm not the cutest flower in the garden
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anyways i'm sorry, i got sidetracked
i am just so l o n e l y
enjoy
♡
It's too cold here for all to be right with the world, and Tyler cracks an eye open in an effort to discern precisely which oddity has caused such temperature-based discomfort. It certainly isn't the sun, which is bright even against the drawn curtains, or the blankets; those are still wrapped snug around him, thinner sheets and thicker quilts draped over his form with just a little too much care to have gotten there on their own. It's the wrong kind of chill to be caused by a lack of blankets anyway. No, this kind of cold is caused by other things, like loneliness and oppressive silence.
One adventurous hand, brave enough to leave the safety of its comfortable fortress, discovers the unfortunate truth, and Tyler huffs a little as his palm meets a cooled mattress where a warm body should be.
Well, that certainly explains a lot.
Somehow, he manages to push himself into a saggy sort of sitting position, his body curled inward to preserve heat and eyes glaring balefully out at the otherwise unoccupied room. The sunlight is still stronger now, insistent and cheerful behind the curtains, but even the sunlight can't fill the empty space left behind by something that he believes to be even brighter, something that he finds even more insistent and cheerful.
Technically, that incredible something is actually a someone, but that person is currently not on the premises and that fact is making Tyler feel a little jilted. Using the sudden burst of minor irritation as inspiration to rouse himself, he swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands, wobbling a little at the sudden gravity change and the added weight of one of the heavier blankets over his shoulders.
The chill cuts right through his gray cotton shirt and he shivers, drawing the blanket a little tighter around himself and padding quietly to the window, some thought in the back of his mind encouraging him to get in the sunlight pronto. Never mind that it's a little colder next to the glass or that there's snow on the ground outside; once he draws back the curtains and lets the daytime star shine its light all over him, he almost wishes that he'd fallen asleep right here instead. It's delightful, really, and he closes his eyes and tilts his head back and lets the heat wash over him, soaking through the blanket and gradually sinking into his stiff, chilled limbs.
