Everybody sees in black and white. That is until your soul has found it's soulmate. Only then, will the world change entirely-- with color.
First Joshler fic
First fic
The festival started at 6pm and went on until 12am. It was currently 12:03pm. Tyler barley woke up only twenty one (ayy) minutes ago.
"It's nice to wake up when my body is ready to wake up. Not being forced to wake up as early as 6:30 is very much enjoyed." Tyler said to no one but himself, even though it's his blame for sleeping at 2am in the morning.
Jenna had informed Tyler that it was half an hour drive or so to the destination place of the festival so to be ready by no later then 5:30. "Or else" she 'threatened'. Tyler knew she wouldn't do anything threatening to him, or anyone, even animals.
A memory came to Tyler's mind. One where they were driving home from high school on a pouring rainy day in Tyler's mum's vehicle. Jenna saw a three-legged dog who, in her words, "looks so sad and lonely" out in the pouring rain and she stated that if it were her who was driving in her car, she would have gotten off to rescue the poor dog and take him home with her. She was on the verge of tears for an hour when my mother said she wouldn't want an old wet dog in the vehicle.
Sensitive and fragile would be the only two words Tyler would use to describe her, she would never admit it though. She never let anyone see that they got to her anymore. She'd bottle it up until she's alone or the rare time with James who will love and support her throughout her break down.
Since Tyler woke up, he has changed from a pair of basketball shorts to sweatpants and a muscle shirt. He decided to make a wrap for lunch, something quick and simple. It was 1:20 once he finished eating and when nothing really satisfied him on tv. He didn't watch tv that much unless the show really attracted him like Shameless, Breaking Bad, American Horror Story or Supernatural.
These days it's hard to believe anything on tv since many things are over exaggerated or horrible news. Tyler disliked watching the News. As a kid, he would watch parts of the News with his parents since it was 'their turn for the tv'. He learned that 90% of what's on the News channel was bad news. Man, he really really learned to hate the News, it brought him down too much. Not being able to see color also affected Tyler and television which is the main reason why he didn't watch much of it. He turned the monitor off.
Silence took over the empty apartment. Silence selfishly swallowed Tyler. Not good.
'What if I never see color? What if I'm the few who end up alone? Love isn't for me. What if I never see what the world, no, what the universe truly holds? What if I never see the blue Jenna mentions with so much passion? This isn't fair. This is such bullshit. What if I don't find The One? What if I end up alone again? Not again. What if I die alone? No one will love me. What if I never see color?' Tyler's mind became a loco locomotive.
Tyler's heart began racing, he began shaking a bit. He got up from the couch decorated with too much pillows, went to his room, put on some socks and shoes and retrieved his phone and some earbuds. He got a backpack and placed two water bottles, his Bluetooth speaker, a pillow, a pen and a hard-covered notebook that was halfway worn-out as only half of it were filled with words and scribbles. He then placed the earbuds in his ears and pressed shuffle.
Like most people, Tyler had a place to go to when he needed to calm or cool down. His place was a fifteen minute walk south. His place was hidden in the forest.
Tyler walked as he let Tame Impala, The Neighbourhood, Lana Del Rey, Panic! At The Disco and The 1975 fill his ears. At this point Tyler needed to do a few turns here and there to get to his destination. It was no trouble to find it, he knew where he needed to turn left and where he needed to turn right by heart. Then it came in view.
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A tree house. Scratch that.. A marvelous tree house. One that had been forgotten by previous owners. Tyler found it when he was 17 with Jenna one day. It was beaten up and looked as if it was in no use for over a year. They fixed it up together, even adding beanbags which was later replaced by a leather loveseat couch (which was a hell of a workout to get up the narrow stairs) to make it more like home. Even though that event took place five years ago and Tyler is now a 22 year old man, he still visited it.
The cracked splintery wood held memories, both the good and bad. Good memories of the funny stories Jenna and Tyler would tell each other like when Mr. Villarreal slipped over a pickle slice on the floor or when Abby tried sitting on a desk which had two very lose screws causing it to completely disassemble. And the bad memories when Jenna was the lowest she ever been and used sharp things against her pale skin. Luckily, all of that negativity is in the past.
Tyler ascended up the steps of the wooden staircase hearing cracks of twigs underneath his feet and opened the wooden door. It creaked and was a struggle to open due to the hinges that rusted by the rain and overtime changes. Once he entered the tree house, he unplugged his earbuds and connected his phone to his Bluetooth speaker letting the music fill up the smaller room. He slumped on the old loveseat couch after dusting it off and placing the pillow for more cushioning as he finished the other half of one water bottle.
Nature and music calmed him down. He looked over out the window and wondered about the colors he was missing out on. He and Jenna haven't been in the tree house together since she began to see color. Tyler was kind of glad because then he would have to listen to her talk about how that's one color and that other thing is a different color. Tyler loved Jenna with his heart and was very grateful he can call her his best friend but sometimes it bothered him that she has the amazing ability to see all the colors of the rainbow while his eyes see three boring colors. Black, white, grey. He got the other components that were in his bag out. He placed the newly and filled water bottle on the floor and opened his journal to an empty page with the pen in between his teeth as he held it there. He turned off his music.
Silence filled the room. But this time it was peaceful as he still heard wind blowing between the wood board cracks and strong but subtle creaks of old wood. He began to write. Of course it took him some time to think of the right words and arrange them on paper so that they somewhat made sense but his final product was: Silent in the trees And that's where I am Silent in the trees. Standing cowardly. I want to know you. I want to see. I want to say hello. It wasn't as much as he would normally write but it's what he felt was important this exact moment. He loved his product so far. To him 'you' meant color.
'Why am I so affected by color? Why am I attached to something I don't have? Why? Ugh. I should go back.' Tyler drank more his water and placed everything but his phone and earbuds back into the pack.
Once ready to go, he turned his music back on. The time read 3:12. Tyler was in his tree house for about a little over an hour. And to him, it was time well spent.
