(FLUFF AND THEY FINALLY KISS)
2 months. Josh has lost track of when the butterflies and the hear-squeezing started, but it's there and it's becoming a problem.
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Iam.not romanticizing abuse (whether parental, physical or mental), it's horrible, and also this is just fiction. Stay safe everyone, trigger warnings for that will be a 🍂
Also I like writing this alot idk im sorry if it sucks its nice to write
And the lyrics in the titles are from Oh Wonder's Livewire, they make amazing music go check em' out !!
(Athlete!Josh and Artist!Tyler)
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Tyler shifts in his seat, staring at his hands, fingers clasped around the feeble sandwich.
Josh sits across him, head propped up with one hand, the other drumming against the surface of the table.
"C'n I come over to yours lat'r?" the blond asks, right leg tapping on the floor absentmindedly. The brunet glances up, and Josh is suddenly reminded of how pretty his eyes are.
"We still g'tta actually get started on that proj'ct." Josh continues, almost as if trying to find excuses to see Tyler a little while more.
Tyler nods slightly, before he pauses and his hand stills halfway to bringing his food to those rosy, plump lips of his.
"Can we make it at your house instead?" he mumbles, before shifting to take a bite. Josh's eyebrows raise and disappear behind his bleached-blond locks, but he nods anyway, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards a little.
A voice breaks the semi-comfortable silence, with it's knife-edged sound.
"J! Why're hangin' out with that loser?"
Both of them turn to see a tall boy with messy, brown locks, some of them sticking out in odd places. Tyler freezes immediately, already starting to shift in his seat, bottom lip caught between pearly teeth.
Josh glares at him, coffee eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly as his eyebrows furrow.
"Fuck off, dude. Go pick on s'meone else."
The guy only shrugs, leg kicking out at a crushed soda can. He and his crew start to walk again, although he turns to glance at the jock one last time.
"People are talkin', big shot."
Josh ignores him, turning back to face Tyler, who's cowering in his seat. The blond's features immediately soften, leaning over to grab Tyler's hand.
"Are y'okay? Don't listen to him."
The brunet's heart is squeezing too much for him to even realize that their fingers are curled around each other.
"H-Hes right." Tyler mumbles, doe eyes lowered demurely to his trembling fingers. "I--I should go."
He stands up then, hand withdrawing from under Josh's, moving to grip at his bag that's slung over his shoulder. Josh watches helplessly as he stutters out of the room, floral vans squeaking against the floor.
