recovery .:bryler:.

chapter 5

*kinda edited*

tw: mentions of drugs and drinking

ok we're gonna do a 2 month time skip so I can start with the plot that I don't have and stuff

brendon and tyler had been at newberry for two months now, and to say they had gotten close, was an understatement. they had spent a countless amount of nights awake, just talking. weather it be about home life, deep thoughts, or even puppies. it was now 3 am, and the boys were awake, as per usual. "hey ty," "yes, brendon?" "we leave this shit hole in 8 months." tyler smiled. "yeah, we do." "you'll be able to see josh again. and be happy." that made tyler think. he'd get to see josh, sure. but would he ever see brendon? "but, what about you?" brendon sighed. "i don't know if I even want to keep in touch after this." he whispered. "w-what?" tyler stuttered. "i-i don't know if ill even get better. i don't want to leave, then keep in touch because I don't want you to see me crash." brendon had tears in his eyes now, along with tyler. "b-but that's why we're here, right? to get better," tyler said, his voice cracking. "but that's the thing. what if i don't get better? what if i go back, and crash. ill start smoking again, start drinking again. i don't want you to see that. you don't deserve that." brendon looked down at his lap, tears cascading down his cheeks. "th-then come back with me," tyler uttered. "ill make sure you don't crash, and-" brendon chuckled lightly. "tyler, you live in columbus and im in las vegas, it wouldn't work." tyler was silent after that, and he turned around, laying down away from brendon. he sighed, laying down and pulling the covers over himself. he fucked up. he should have never said that. maybe tyler was right. maybe he would get better. but if h didn't, he didn't want tyler to be the one to see him break.

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SORRY THIS IS SHORT

I think y'all deserved another chapter

also I'm listening to kitchen sink and crying right now Tyler is so beautiful

-tyler