bulletproof in black like a funeral

game day and night

The next morning Tyler wakes up a few minutes before his alarm. The immediate onset of anxiety for the day ahead keeps him from closing his eyes again for those few extra minutes of sleep.

Instead of forcing himself to lay in bed and try to sleep he gets up and goes into the bathroom. In the mirror he sees that his boxers have ridden up so the damage done the night prior is visible. The cuts had continued to bleed into the night because he never bandaged them and there was dried blood coating each mark.

He silently washed it off and continued to get ready, pretending to ignore that his hands were shaking ever so slightly and that Blurry wasn't being so quiet any more. He opts for a a black floral button up and the black skinny jeans Josh gave him in hopes that he'll look slightly presentable for his presentation. He spends a few extra minutes making sure his hair looks okay and then he's off to school. At this rate he'll be there quite a bit early but at least that means he'll have time to sit in his car and collect himself.

By the time Tyler gets to school he's trying to keep his left knee from involuntarily bouncing and shaking his whole car. He parks and quietly sits there taking deep breaths and reminding himself it's literally just a few lines of poetry, not the end of the world. This was getting out of hand, he really shouldn't be that worried about presenting in front of his classmates. But he knew he was going to stutter and reading his poetry out loud was like putting his heart and brain out on the table for everyone to see and judge. And what if there was something in his teeth or on his face and people laughed at him? What if he accidentally said the wrong thing? What if people thought his poetry was bad and what he was trying to saw was stupid?

Tyler was really about to start hyper ventilating when all of the sudden there was a knock on the window, subsequently scaring the shit out of Tyler and causing him to jump. He looked over and saw Josh standing there, a smile bright on his face and a Starbucks in his hand. Tyler laughed, a bit of weight easily lifted off his shoulders just from seeing Josh.

"Hey Josh" Tyler said as he climbed out of his car.

"Hey Ty, I brought you some coffee. I knew you'd be here early to freak out. So I hope this will help" Josh smiled sincerely and handed his boyfriend the cup.

"Oh wow thank you. I really am freaking out. What if it goes terribly wrong and people laugh at us? Or at me?" Tyler was about to ramble on about every thing that could possibly go wrong, the list was currently at 15,265 disasters that could occur during the presentation and oh boy, Tyler was still counting.

"Shhh, babe, it's going to be okay! It's going to go great, you're an amazing writer! People are going to love it and we're gonna ace it. I'm gonna read most of it any way and you already choose the half you want to read. And if they don't like it for some crazy reason, screw em! Who cares? I think you're the best writer I've ever met" Josh reassured Tyler, leaning in to kiss him firmly on the lips. He kissed Josh back, letting his anxiety melt a little bit as Josh coaxed his mouth open and began to kiss him in earnest. He bit Tyler's lip and right as Tyler began to moan quietly he remembered they were in the parking lot of school and people were starting to park.

He pulled away and Tyler blushed, looking down as a few of his old basketball teammates walked by. "Maybe we should just go in" Tyler said, a small smile gracing his face. Josh hummed in agreement and took his boyfriends hand as they walked in to school together.

By the time Poetry rolled around, Tyler's anxiety had almost peaked again, however Josh's comforting words helped keep Blurry at bay so it wasn't as bad.
However, to Tyler's dismay, his boyfriend had betrayed him and volunteered them to go first so they could get it out of the way and Tyler could stop worrying.