tyler ran a hand through his morning hair as he sat on his porch. he lived in a secluded neighborhood where he had just recently moved, he didn't know anyone or anything about the place. he was just happy to be out of the city and into a relaxing area. one of his favorite pastimes was to walk in the rose garden next to his house. it was a huge garden, he didn't know who planted it, or even what it held, but he loved the smell and how it was conveniently placed so close.
*joshua pov*
I placed the cup under the coffee maker, waiting for the liquid to spill into it. my hair was faded now into a soft pink and I don't have time to dye it. I ran my hand through it, feeling the soft knots in my curly hair. I sighed, walking out onto my porch swing with the now, done cup of coffee. the sweet smell of roses filled my nose and I was happy to see the garden inbetween the neighbors house and mine was growing strong. I didn't talk to my neighbors much, the only one I was really friends with was gerard, but he's at work.
I set my cup down and began to scroll through my phone patiently, but something caught the corner of my eye. it was a tuft of deep brown hair, bent down. whomever it was must've been looking at the roses inbetween my house and the actual garden. they stood up to reveal a beautiful boy. he had perfect chocolate eyes and tan skin. he had bed-head as well, but it looked so good on him. he noticed me staring and he made a concerned face.
"oh, are these yours? I-I didn't-" I held up my hand with a smile. "no, I wish though. are you new around here?" a smile painted his face with a heavy blush. "uh-yeah I am.. been here for about a week now." I sipped out of my mug. "you're welcome over for dinner anytime. I'm always home so, just knock." he nodded, turning back to his house. he turned ubruptly to face me again. "I didn't catch your name?"
"josh." I said with an obvious blush. "tyler. see you around?" I nodded, and with that he was back into his pastel blue house nextdoor.
*tyler pov*
he was cute, and when I say cute I mean he was so attractive I got a little too cocky with my words. now look at me, sitting in my basically empty living room with a blanket over me, watching greys anatomy while he could be sitting with me. I'm honestly so lame.
his hair was pastel pink, and his skin was a suttle porcelain stack of cards. of course all he was wearing was a pair of black sweats and a somewhat sheer white t-shirt. I want to see him again, I want some dumb reason for me to have to knock on his door.
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new sTORY AHHHHHHHHH
what am I doing
also by the way I recently came out as non-binary and go by mason :) love you all deeply and thankyou for reading.
