"Green tea?"
"Nah. Dirt water."
Josh chuckled. He sipped the hot drink from his blue mug. The steam swirled in the air. Out of the silence, the phone erupted with a series of brrriinggggg's.
Tyler's phone was luckily in reach, so he grasped it in his stable hand and pressed the green button.
"Hello?"
"Tyler!! I didn't raise no faggot!!"
The words hit him. He was awake now, in the house where it all began. Back to square one, as a 17 year old high school boy from Columbus Ohio. The smell. His father. It was all right before him. But this time it wasn't a flash back.
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FanfictionFrom birth, young Tyler is raised with blood, tears and pain. Until Spookyjim sent him a message request one random day. When music was great for coping, would they be able to resist? Would Tyler have to wait until it was too late to make the bigges...
