The Fluffy Haired Boy / Joshler

Skinny Love

Josh POV

Why am I crying? This Tyler we're talking about. C'mon just say it, I thought. But I can't. I continued to stare at the ground watching my tears slide down my nose and drip onto the carpeting. Tyler just stood with no expression on his face. Why?

I feel his hands grab my shoulders, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Please don't tell me I hurt you."

"No, no, no," I wiped the tear from my cheek. I looked up and saw it. That little glimmer of hope in his big brown eyes. "Tyler? If I tell you, promise me you wont hate me."

"I don't see how I could ever hate you," He removed his hands from my shoulders and smiled.

"I love you."

Again, Tyler stood with no expression. "I told you you'd hate me." My knees gave way and I sat on my bed. I placed my head in my hands and started to sob.

"Like I said, I can't see how I could ever hate you," Tyler said pulling me off of my bed. "Because I love you too."

My urges overwhelm and I can't stop myself. Our lips collide like two planets. But Tyler did something that I would never expect; he didn't pull away. His lips were soft like velvet. Tyler tasted like laffy taffy; sweet yet bitter, and I loved it.

After a few moments we pulled away. We awkwardly stood like two mannequins in a department store. I scratched the back of my neck. What now?