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maybe he couldn't see the way tyler crumbled every time he brought a new girl, or boy, to their shared home from the club and dragged them into his room.
maybe he missed the way tyler's face fell when joshua pushed the boy off his chest while watching a movie together so that he could go get drunk.
maybe he didn't hear the small cries that left tyler's lips as he tried to cover his ears with his pillow to block out the moaning.
and worst of all, maybe he missed the way that josh was tearing him apart limb by limb. how everyday the boys heart broke a little more.
what did tyler do to deserve this?
was the question he asked himself all the time. he's never did anything bad in his whole entire life. he graduated high school with an above average grade, volunteered at the animal shelter when he was sixteen, and he even babysat the kids on his block whenever their parents needed him to.
so why him out of all people?
currently the brunet had been cleaning around the house, wanting to make sure everything was exactly how he wanted it. tyler had obsessive compulsive disorder, which made him constantly clean and straighten up things, so that's what he was doing.
using a damp wash cloth he went over where he cleaned the counter, and also checked for any spots that weren't fully clean.
once he deemed everything to be spotless, he washed his hands and dried them off before going to his bedroom to pick out some fresh clothes to take a quick shower.
tyler checked his phone to see if he had any missed text or calls, which he did. apparently his brother tried to call, as well as his best friend nicknamed bambam. he had also gotten a text message from his other best friend, melanie which was a picture of her and bambam together drinking smoothies.
the brunet pouted at the fact that they went somewhere without him, but figured they tried to call him and he was too busy to answer so they went ahead without him.
oh well.
"tyler! you home?" a voice that tyler hated that he loved, called out for him.
he could hear the sound of shoes hitting the floor, and the door closing as well as the shuffle of feet across the tiled floor. jumping up off his bed, tyler walked to his bedroom door and peeked his head out.
"in my room." he responded, smiling when he spotted the older boy smiling back at him.
tyler couldn't help let his eyes flicker over joshua's body from his blond hair, all the way down to his black sock covered feet.
he hated the fact that josh always looked so good.
even drenched in sweat, which usually was repulsive, made tyler practically drool.
"hey, uh i was invited to some party tonight and wanted to know if you wanted to come?" josh asked.
tyler's face fell.
"joshie, you know i don't like parties, or alcohol, or being in a crowd of people." he said with a small pout, his body moving out from behind the door frame to lean against it.
"i know, i know, i just figured i'd ask since you're always here or with your same group of friends. you should really get out more, get crazy, meet someone new, get laid!" josh said with a chuckle as he walked towards his room.
tyler sighed.
"but i only want you." he whispered solemnly to himself.
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unedited. so none of this is planned out... it's just written off the top of my head, so i have no clue how upsetting or crazy this story will get... soz
