[apology]

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a·pol·o·gy
əˈpäləjē
noun
1. a regretful acknowledgment of an offense or failure.

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tyler was cuddled into the sheets, feeling hypophrenic.

his sorrows would drown with the rain pouring down gently, if he had gone out.

if.

his baby boy didn't want him to get pneumonia, though, so he sighed softly.

it was just infatuating about how the trickles of what joshua called 'cloud tears' fell onto the unsuspecting pavement, and the smell reminded him of home.

he exited his house, and went to the long road to the right of his house.

the rain was soaking his clothes, not that he cared.

he laid down.

in the middle of the road.

he hears a vehicle come closer, but he doesn't move. the car stops and out comes a platinum blonde haired boy, wearing an adventure time hoodie, that he practically drowned in, and an innocent tennis skirt.

his sweater paws cupped his cotton soft face and he gasped.

"t-ty what're y-you doing i-in the s-street?" josh asked, his hoodie, now almost soaked, seemed unimportant to him.

he stuttered not from the cold, nor the cloud tears. from his own.

he took the brunette's hand, hoisting the boy up, and they hugged.

"why'd you do that? you scared me so much! i thought i'd lost you again!" the feminine boy ranted, sniffling.

"i'm sorry."

•••

after the depressing mishap, tyler took his boyfriend out to mini golf course.

it was his external form of an apology.

josh was now dressed in a lacy dress, without fear of people's judgement. it was something tyler loved most about him.

unless they make him cry, because they push the line; tyler beats them until their clouds cry*.

(a/n: that was supposed to sound cool? it made no sense but until they cry*)

smiling, the blonde picks out a purple club, with a purple ball.

tyler had a green ball and club.

they both looked at the orange club at the same moment, then to each other, cringing.

"gross," josh muttered in a quiet tone.

the sky was clear now, obviously happier now that the clouds were done with their lil' fit.

there was a spinner to make the game more interesting. and hardcore, as the younger had remarked.

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