I apologise before hand that this might be quote on quote 'triggering' or sensitive to some. In no way or shape do I support the given objective. That's all - Gee
"Honey buns, are you going out again tonight?" Shuffling around the kitchen, she grabs for cheese to fill the sandwich.
"No, I didn't find what I was looking for, so I'm just going to stay home today..." Sighing, I notice Mom anxiously listening to the news on the TV. "Mom, what's it?" Getting up from the table, I put down my sandwich and walk over to the living room, frowning at her nervous behaviour. Shaking her head, she waves me off, but draws closer to me when I stand next to her.
"It's just- this poor boy here had a medical scare, and it was all over town news." Biting her nails, I notice a chill that seeps in my bones, when I see a recognizable calm set face.
"Is that..." Cutting me off, a news reporter identifies the sleeping male. His poor head lolls sleepily to the side.
"Tyler Joseph, a Western Union High student had a life threatening medical scare yesterday at 'Ohio Outlet' around 3 pm. He is now in recovery in Clark's Methodist and is undergoing medical assistance with the donation up. Next up at 12, a Boy who Lands on the Moon?" Striding over to the television I quickly shut it off, feeling my heart beat out of my chest.
Feeling her gaze, I place a watery eyed smile in front of her and excuse myself, brown eyes muddy and sore.
I hear a sigh of infliction and the heavy creaks of her sitting down on the couch. Rushing over to my bedroom room, I close the door softly with a 'click' practically tripping over my own feet. Double checking for any noise, I tip toe and lunge for my phone, not before wiping my streaky tears. Landing head first on my bed, I roll over to my night stand to figure out where 'Clark's Methodist' was, and how soon I could arrive. Shutting my phone off and placing it to the side of my legs, I plan for the journey in my head, knowing for a reason I was drawn to this strange man. Pulling my socks back on, I slip on Vans and jog over to my window, noticing a dead bush under the ledge. Turning back to my door, I place an ear on the wood, listening for a voice.
"I'm just saying- yes, I know plenty well about that. Yes, Mom, I know you want me to but I can't! Josh needs me here with him. He's only 17-"
'The window it is.' I decide, rather quickly. Pulling on my backpack, I slip my sunglasses in, picking up my phone and shoving it deep withing my jean pockets. Memorizing the map I saw on my phone, I smile, hoping the bushes unsuccessfully. A few snag my bare forearms, making me grimace and rub them, little red lines tracing my skin.
Fazing in and out of sight I stare at my arms, heart sunken deep in my chest. Snapping out of my haze I picture a smiling boy in a tiger paper dressing gown, humming to some calm tunes.
'I will not fail you, Tiger Bo- or, rather Tyler Joseph.'
Satisfied, I grin at the air with a blush and merrily bounce down the road, feeling the cool air pass by with roaring sunlight on my back.
'I will not.'
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Tiger Stripped Leggings {Joshler}
FanficWhen visiting a local mall, Josh meets a boy in stripped leggings. Swollen smiles and poetry verses in, with an occasional personal walk to the mall, he realizes something He has completely fallen for the boy. Tyler lives a luxury life with his dad...
