• "oh yeah, that would be lovely. thank you." brendon smiles a toothy grin, even though tyler didn't know that, but it was fine.
tyler opens one of his top kitchen cabinets and pulls out a pack of chocolate biscuits, smiling as he sits back down next to his friend.
brendon couldn't stop looking at him. couldn't take his eyes off him.
his small body and fluffy hair, adorable light freckles and soft lips.
he hands him the packet, a little smile on his face, cheeks puffy and back slouched.
brendon takes it from him, not stopping looking at tyler's face, oh his adorable face.
tyler looks up at him. now they were facing each other. the oldest takes a bite of his biscuit.
"so how might you be feeling today, tyty?"
"not bad, br-... brendon." he hesitated for a moment trying to make a nickname, none spring to mind. "how about you?"
"is not too bad good or bad?"
tyler shrugs. "i don't know. neither i guess."
he leans back
"it's like far from the the worst i've been but definitely not the best."
"then make it the best."
"me? no. i'm fine! i'm just me."
"i like you when you're just you."
"why would you-"
"-see, you're doing it right now-"
"-w-what?"
it went quiet. just the sound of breathing. tyler feels his back tense.
"you're stubborn, tyler."
"no i'm not!" he playfully pushes brendon's shoulder, making him shove tyler too for revenge.
"fight me." the older boy laughs, standing up. he was getting ready to leave. so soon?
"i will." the brunet crosses his arms, pouting. "right here, right now."
"unfortunately i have to go. goodbye, tyler."
awh.
