The pretty boy with funny eyes || joshler

Home.

As the boys stepped through the double doors, letting the warmth soothe them...well it soothed Tyler, Brendon couldn't feel jack-shit. The brunette head over to his locker to start the 7 hours of straight up torture.

As they walked through the sea of people, Tyler was shot dirty looks and the occasional "freak". But Tyler honestly didn't care, he had gotten it his whole life and it became his normal. Most people only knew him as freak and didn't even bother to learn his actual name. But Brendon sure as hell did mind.

"FUCK ALL OF YOU GUYS. IM GONNA HAUNT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.  ESPECIALLY YOU, BECKY. YOU LAY A SINGLE FINGER ON TYLER I WILL GO APE-SHIT!"

Tyler chuckled. "You know they can't hear you, right?"

"That's why it's all the more fun." The man replied with a child like grin.

*******
School had already finished and the 2 boys were back at home, Tyler was playing Mario kart and Brendon, watching. When all of a sudden tyler felt his blood run cold. The brunette tossed the controller to the ground and sighed "shit" he mumbled.
"Ughhhhh. I hate when this happens." Brendon growled.

Then a man in a yellow fishermen's outfit, with a long, white, unkempt beard, the skin around his eyes red and swollen, and dripping water appeared in the corner of the bedroom. He was obviously a 'spirit'.

"Sir, I think your lost. I'm very sorry, this is not were you belong." Tyler said softly

"I don't give a fuck whacha think." Replied the fisherman.

"Please leave us alone."

"Do not boss me, kid. You know what? I like it here." He said examine the room. "Yep, its settled. This is mine. "

" I am asking one more time. Please leave."

"Just try and stop me. Just know, if you do try I'll break your fucking legs." The stranger said leaning over the boy with his hands on his hips and a toothless disgusting grin that oozed with arrogance.

Tyler sighed, once again. "I'm sorry."

Tyler waved his hand carelessly in the strangers direction. When suddenly, as if in slow motion, the fisherman's eyes went wide. He was hit with a force so powerful in his gut, it nocked his feet off the floor, bending his body into a "c" shape. He was flung through the wall and out of the room, screaming out of shock as he went. Tyler didn't even flinch.
"How did he die?" Brendon
"Oh, his boat was at storm tipped over blah blah blah and he went into the drink." Answered Tyler.

The boy returned to his spot in front of the screen. Both continued the game as if nothing had changed. The dynamic duo were used to this, it happened all the time. Ghosts would show up, either lost or drawn to Tyler. Spirits are attracted to him like a magnet for some reason. The two boys never really thought too much on the topic.

"That's so fucking annoying." Brendon grumbled.
"You don't know the half of it, that shit" Tyler gestured to the corner where the stranger once stood. "Has been happening to me ever since I was born."
"Thank Lucifer, if it never did happen we wouldn't have ever met, kid."

"Kid? I'm only 2 years younger than you, Brendon." Tyler said with a chuckle.
"Yeah. But I've been dead for 3 years, so do the math and..." Brendon pretended to type an invisible calculator. "That makes me 5 years older than you, so suck it."
"Yet you still act 3." Tyler said to himself but just loud enough for Brendon to hear.
"UMMM EXCUSE ME, BITCH??? DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING
GO????"
Tyler started giggling on the floor like a child at his out burst.
Brendon was now sitting on the bed criss cross applesauce and his arms folded, a grumpy expression.

Tyler was done with his laughing fit and started to feel sleepy.
"Fuck, I'm tired."
"What? Why it's only like 7?"
"Sue me." Tyler said with a shrug.

The brunette hopped onto the bed and turned of his lamp.
"Night, B."
"Night, Ty."

That night Tyler got plenty of needed sleep.

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"RRRRRISE AND SHINE, MOTHERFUCKER!!"
Brendon shouted from the top of his lungs.
Tyler shot up right out of his bead.
"You know, just because you can't sleep does not mean I  don't have too either." Said Tyler with a sleepy, groggily voice.

"Yeah, but where is the fun in that. Come on, get your ass out of bed."

"Why are you always so happy on fridays?"
"Because Tyler, then we have 2 1/2 days to do stupid shit."
"True, true."

Tyler got up and into the shower, and then looked for an outfit to wear to hell aka school.

Brendon tried to talk him into wearing a fucking onesie, but did not succeed...shocker.

Instead, Tyler put on black skinny jeans and a giant black hoodie with converse.
And Brendon was singing show toons...of corse.

They have been walking 15 minutes when the school building comes just into view.
"Fuck it's cold." Tyler said rubbing his hands together for warmth.
"Should have worn the onesie." Brendon replied.
"What is up with you and onesies?"
"I don't know they speak to me, man."
"You're completely insa-"

Tyler suddenly felt his blood go cold, a shock went down his spine, going through each vertebrae. Everything stopped and stood still. He didn't even realize he stopped walking until Brendon was waiving a hand in his face. Then suddenly he was flung back into reality.
"Tyler? Are you okay? Did one of them show up?"
"W-what? Um, no. I gust, I gust umm I-i don't know. That felt different."
"Ohhhkay..."
"Sorry, it's just the cold."
"If you feel funny just let me know?"
"What are you gonna do haunt someone until they help me?" Tyler said with a grin.
"Duh" returning the smile.

The boys continued the witty banter till they got to school. But Tyler couldn't get that feeling out of his head. More importantly...

What the hell caused it?

Woot. 1018 words. Ummmm yeah I don't know how I feel about this chapter. But what happened to Tyler? ;)))))) okay, okay, I'll stop. Sorry for the long ass wait, school. Bye~ty