Tyler's pov*
"I'm such a waste of space!"
I exclaimed pulling on my hair.
I was currently laying down on my bed, The Smiths playing quietly in the background.
"Why do I have to be such a slut!?"
I wasn't trying to cause any trouble. Much less hit on Brendon's crush.
I'm such a horrible person!
I grabbed my heels and slid them off. I threw them towards the wall and they left horrible dents on the pastel floral surface.
Suddenly I heard creaky footsteps roam to my door and it was her.
"Tyler I'm coming in. Restrain from wearing makeup in front of me please."
I rolled my eyes and watched as she entered my room.
"What was that ruckus?"
She said her voice raspy. So raspy that her throat was probably burning for moisture.
But when you smoke for 25 years what can you expect.
"Nothing ma'am."
She strutted her hips casually and leaned on the wall.
"I don't want you throwing heels at the wall ever again Tyler."
"I understand mother."
"Good. For once it seems like you have the pants to do something right and follow orders."
She swayed her hips in her Leopard tight fit dress that had cigarette ashes on it. Then shut the door.
"I hate her so much."
I announced to no one. Then I considered running far away and never looking back..
Instead I decided to scream into a pillow. I screamed for what seemed like hours. All my insecurities and doubts spewed across the room.
Bouncing off the wall and coming back into my soul to haunt me.
"This is pointless."
I sat up and let my mind drift to places that were lost hope and dreams.
Why can't I be normal..?
Why can't I just be a boy.
A normal boy who doesn't dress in girls clothes.
A normal boy who doesn't act like a slut.
Someone who isn't a slut. I'll never be pure. I'm used up and nobody wants me..
"I want you."
A voice shot through and In came
Josh. Into my room,
"Hey.."
He waved awkwardly at me. Looking down and sitting on my bed.
"Hey Joshua."
I said then I started counting the plastic stars my ceiling had, that were slowly peeling off.
"I'm sorry."
He exclaimed and then at that moment I wanted to punch him.
"Why?"
I tell him with sincerity in my eyes.
"I'm sorry...I don't know why I acted like that...I..I guess I'm just scared..."
He said turning to me. His blue hair wavy and curling around his hat and drooping over his eyes.
"Scared of what?"
I asked him.
"I'm scared I'm gonna lose you ok!"
Scared he's gonna lose me?
"You're so silly!"
I let out a laugh of pity and low self worth.
"Why am I silly?"
He asked his eyes down the whole time.
"Because you act like anyone would ever wanna steal me away...nobody wants to actually be with this, I'm a wreck.
If anything their just looking for a quick fuck."
I told him tears spilling from my eyes. I could feel my cheeks turn hot as Josh pressed his hands to my cheeks and whispered,
"You aren't a wreck..you're pretty and beautiful and I love you."
He said and he pressed his lips onto mine. Our lips moved in sync as if the whole world was ending tonight. It might be cliche but it was really true...
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// (A/N) //
Hey guys and gals. I wanted to thank you if you're enjoying this. That's all,
Bye
-Emily 🌸
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Careless Bitch (Completed)
Fanfiction"Yeah I'm a little careless. Yeah a lot of people say I'm a whore, they also say I'm a bitch. But remember when people actually cared what the fuck you said?" Said the Brunette boy to the Red headed boy. "I don't think you're a bitch." Said the boy...
