Dancer ♣ joshler

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{joshua}

I'm dating Tyler for two weeks now. I still can't believe how dreamy this whole situation is. Tyler is the most beautiful human being.
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I woke up and got ready for my practice. My legs were still sore from yesterdays practice. I have to practice more. I have to. I left the room and headed to the gym. I put my bag down and did warm up exercises. Okay, today abs and legs. I was in the middle of a series in the empty gym as I heard a small knock. I looked at the door and Tyler was smiling at me. "I have to finish. Wait a second." I said. He nodded and leaned against the glass staring at me. I finished the session and wiped my face with a towel. Tyler entered the gym. "Hi Joshua." I chuckled. "Hi Tyler. How many classes do you have?"
"Only two but I'm working on some songs. Writers block and stuff. That's why I came to see you." he smiled. "I would hug you and kiss you but I'm sweaty and gross."
"You still look good. So how's it going? How do you practice for so long?" he sat on a bench. "It's going well. I have to practice. I have to be better." I sighed. "But you're already the best dancer in this school. For me, best dancer ever." I chuckled and blushed a little. "Thank you but I'm not good enough for a Russian school." I sighed. "You will be. And then we'll go together to Russia. You'll be the lead dancer in every play and I'll be in the front row." he is so cute. "I love you Ty."
"I love you too Joshy. Okay I'll go now,  I don't want to stop you from being the best dancer in the world." he smiled and opened the door to leave. "Hey Ty?" he turned to me again. "When will you play for me?"
"When you dance for me."
"But you've seen me dance."
"True. Okay whenever you want."
"Okay."
He smiled and left the gym.
I did some more exercises and went to do some stretching and practice the choreography. I picked up my favourte point shoes and put them on, wrapping the laces around my legs. I danced for two hours and headed to my class. I had contemporary and cardio today.

I can't wait to see Tyler again.
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{tyler}

I smiled at my friends and they seemed happy to see me. "Hi guys!" I smiled at the camera. "Hi! Any news? How's your friend?" Jenna asked me. "Well.... Pete, I have a question for you. Do you know who's Joshua Dun?" Pete turned to the camera and smiled. "Yes, great guy. Why do you ask?"
"Because he's the guy. He told me he knows you." I tried containing my smile but they noticed. "Oh that's great." Pete said. "Tyler you seem weird and red what's up?" Jenna eyed me suspiciously. "Umm I...." I thought about whether I should tell them. I should. They're my best friends. "Joshua Dun is my boyfriend." I said quickly. Jenna's jaw dropped and they just quieted. "What?" she almost whispered. "He's my boyfriend. We're dating." I was smiling confidently. "OH MY GOD TYLER THAT'S AMAZING!" Pete screamed and I chuckled. "You're literally dating the hottest guy I know." I blushed. "I know."
"Send me pictures." was all Jenna said.

They are pretty supportive. Jenna acted weird but accepted it. I was so happy.
"Okay guys I have to go. I promised Joshua I would show him my songs." I smiled and we said our goodbyes.
I took my phone and sent Joshua a text.

Meet me in my room in ten.

I prepared a place where he would sit while I played and practiced my song I wrote.
He knocked and came in smiling at me. "Sit. I wrote this song last week, when I realised how happy I am because of you." I said to him and he sat down and smiled. He didn't say a word. I cleared my throat and started singing.

Theres miles of land in front of us, and we're dying with every breath we take...

I didn't have the courage to look up at him.

...So I'll follow you instead...

I ended the song and looked up to see Joshua with tears covering his cheeks.
"Ty..." he muttered.
"It's okay Joshy."
He stood up and walked up to me, embracing me. "I didn't know. I didn't know you felt like this." he tried hugging me tighter. "I don't want you to feel like that." he whispered and I was crying too by now. "I know." I whimpered. "Please tell me how can I help. Tell me whatever you feel comfortable talking about, okay?" he was toldng and looking straight into my eyes. "Okay." I exhaled and we sat on my bed.
"Where do I start? I was diagnosed with anxiety three years ago and I had bad days. Really...bad days. But now... I had my last bad day before I came here." he was listening closely and I couldn't meet his eyes. "I thought I wouldn't live past eighteen but now I think I want to." I looked up at him and he kissed me. Like never before. It was the first time we didn't smile into the kiss. We broke the kiss and he caressed my cheek with his hand. "You're beautiful. Especially when you're smiling. So if I can do anything to make you smile I will do it." I smiled and touched his lips with my own. "Joshy... Is there something bothering you?" I asked him quietly. I heard stuff about him but I didn't want to believe any of it before he told me. "Tyler, whatever you heard about me..."
"I don't believe it. Not until you tell me. But only if you want to."
He bit his lip in hesitation. "I did start a fight once." he confirmed the rumour quietly, waiting for my reaction. "The guy bullied my brother for having two dads." he looked down and picked on his shoe. "Wait....you have dads so you're...adopted?" I tried picking my words carefully. "Yes I.... Had...two dads." he trailed off. "Joshy...." he was breathing unsteady. "You don't have to..."
"He was killed. They killed my dad." he threw up the words and started sobbing into his hands.
It hurts to see him like this.
I turned his head to me and leaned my forehead against his. He was whimpering and tears kept strolling from his puffy red eyes. "I love you Joshy... You know I love you, right?"
He gulped "I know.. I know, Ty."
"It's okay if you can't talk about it right now. It's okay."
"No.... I can do this. I just never told anyone." he sniffed.
"Okay..."
"My dads were in the city on a date and... They were coming home....and it was really late so no one was out....so they were walking home when this drunk guy came out and started shouting at them for being together.....and he just....he sh...he shot him. He shot my dad." he sniffled and let out a sob. "I was 13 then. And my brother 11." he wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry." was all I could say. He looked up at me and we stared at each other. We were such a mess. So we hugged like there's no tomorrow. We laid down and just....existed together.