(FLUFF)
Ty's a lil innocent bean and Jish's a tough ass gangster.
(Gangster!Josh and Fem!Tyler)
If you can't tell I love Fem!Tyler bye
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The brunet's wide eyes peek past the curtain. His eyes travels across the garden to the window opposite his, searching for that pink-haired boy. To his disappointment, the curtains were pulled closed.
Tyler sighs, straightening the ruffles on his skirt. His curtain swishes closed, and he turns around, walking out of his room, his white socks muffling his footsteps.
He prances down the stairs. Mummy's at work, again. It's boring being all alone every day, although Tyler tries not to complain.
He pushes his front door open, the hinges creaking. Stepping onto his front porch, he leans on the painted white fence, draping his hands over the side lazily.
Suddenly, he sees a flash of pink, and the boy from next door comes running down the street, stumbling with every step. Tyler frowns worriedly at the thought of him being injured.
The boy glances at him, and runs into Tyler's front yard without warning.
"What-" the feminine boy starts as the boy sprints up to the porch, collapsing beside him, taking cover behind the white fence.
"Shhh." the boy tosses him a look, pressing close to his cover.
Then, Tyler spots a group of boys coming down the street where the boy had come from. They're all wearing leather jackets and have tattoos all over their arms. Their motorcycles growl as they gather in the front yard of the house next door, yelling and swearing.
Tyler's eyes widen, and he quickly kneels down behind the fence as well.
"Who are they?" he whispers innocently.
The pink-haired boy doesn't reply, frowning.
Soon, they hear the motorcycles rumble away. Tyler lets out a little sigh of relief.
"Who are they?" Tyler asks again.
"The fuck do you want?" the boy snaps, irritated. He feels a twinge of regret as he sees the boy's face fall.
"S-s-s-sorry...I don't have a-anyone to talk t-t-to..."
"Don't start fucking crying." the boy rolls his eyes. Tears brim, stinging Tyler's eyes as he desparately tries to wipe them with the sleeve of his oversized sweater.
"S-sorry. I don't like being y-yelled at." he sniffs, eyes red.
"Uh, I-" the boy's face softens, and he pulls Tyler in an awkward hug, patting his back. The two are quite a sight, considering that they're both complete opposites.
"I'm sorry." the pink-haired boy manages, the taste of an apology unfamilliar on his lips. "I-i was just having a bad day and I was pissed. I didn't mean it."
"It's o-okay." Tyler whimpers, a smile returning onto his face, pulling away slightly.
"Why were you angry?"
"I-uh, I got into a fight with some dick and he sent all his friends after me." the boy explains, coughing.
It is only now that Tyler realizes that the boy's lip is bleeding.
"Wait here, okay?" he squeaks, before hurrying into the house and returning a few minutes later with a first aid kit.
The pink-haired boy's eyebrows furrow in confusion and slight surprise as Tyler starts dabbing gently at his lip with a piece of cotton, but stays silent. The feminine boy proceeds to apply a cream onto the cracked skin of his lips.
The brunet pauses, before leaning in and kissing the corner of the boy's lips. He pulls away, blushing.
"Whenever I get an ouchie, mummy kisses it and it gets better." he says innocently.
The boy smiles, his heart fluttering against his will.
Tyler grins, standing up and skipping down the porch. He leans down, gently picking a daisy out of his mother's daisy patch and turning to the boy.
He places the flower in his hand. "I hope you feel better soon. You don't deserve to be hurt. No one does." Tyler smiles. "I'm Tyler."
"Thank you, Tyler. I'm Joshua, but just call me Josh."
"Okay, Joshy." Tyler giggles. A smile broadens on the pink-haired boy's lips.
Cute.
