Can't Go Back- Joshler

{chapter 1}

I looked up at the clock above the old lockers next to the math classrooms. Shit. I'm going to be late. I only have 3 minutes.
I run into the gym wearing most of my gym clothes, but my shoes were untied, my shirt was inside-out, and my shorts were backwards. Oops.
After getting a long lecture from my coach after gym class, I grab my duffel bag full of my clothes and leave.
After packing up my backpack, I notice a boy standing on the other side of the lockers. He looked sort of familiar but i'm not sure who he is. He couldn't see me from his point of view. It looked like he wasn't really doing anything from my perspective. Alright, That's weird. No one's usually at school this late.
After an hour i arrive at work.

"Josh! Why were you late again today?I expect more from you. One more tardy and i'm letting you go,"

My boss, Diane, tells me. Diane is probably 8 million years old, and she says she will fire me every time i'm late but she still hasn't fired me. Anyways, I hate work. I work at a grocery store. But the thing is there's another grocery store 6 minutes from this one and i've been there. It's so nice, and it's about 10x cleaner and more organized than this store and that's why we seldom get customers. Except one. Every day, a boy comes to the store and just sits. Sits on our disgusting floor. Our germy, gross, unclean floors. Why? I'm still not sure. But I do know one thing by now. He always buys a magazine. Every day. Doesn't matter if it's about cooking, models, or music or whatever. But he buys magazines. I'm still not sure why. And every day, I look outside the store at our empty parking lot and see the kid ripping apart his daily magazine, and burning it. Completely destroying it. I wasn't sure if he had a mental illness or anything, but he never talked. On the first day the boy's... uh... magazine shenanigans, i guess, started, I tried to ask him a question about his day. He just looked right past me. He didn't even cough or make any noise whatsoever. He just sort of, came to the store, spent a fuck ton of money on magazines, and burned them right outside. I would ask him about it the next time he comes to the store but-
my thoughts are interrupted when i hear the sliding doors open. The boy walks in, spends a while picking what magazine he'll fuck up today, and picked one that had a recipe for Mac and cheese on the front. He basically just placed it in my hands, knowing that i knew what to do by now. I scanned it and handed it to him. Before he could leave the store with his lighter and magazine, i forced myself to ask him;

"Hey, I'm Josh. So um, What's your name? And why do you buy our magazines and-"

I manage to say quietly to the boy, and before i can finish he's already answering.

"Tyler. I'd prefer to not tell for now. Thank you, Josh."

The boy says in a blank tone. Tyler. That's a nice name.