Invariably

Ceiling

Tyler's POV
"The ceiling." I say, whilst laying on my back on my bed starring up blankly."

"What about it?"

"It represents more than just a roof."

"What does it mean then?" he asked curiously

"I don't quite know yet."

"Maybe everyone's got a ceiling?" he said.

I mumbled, and then thought.  "Yeah. Only few understand." I said whilst leaning up on my bed.

"Exactly." He could make up deeper meaning to things and it make sense. It impressed me. Encouraged even.

I stayed silent  whilst Josh starred at me from a shelf on my wall.

"Will you be my ceiling..?" I accidentally blurted out not knowing what I was doing. My cheeks are already a light shade of pink. No going back now. Maybe he won't take it the way I meant it.

"Of course, Tyler." I like when he said my name.

What am I saying? What am I feeling?

I smiled a little.

He came down from the shelf and embraced me. I winced and then felt a little awkward as I did not know what the hell I was feeling. I could already feel my cheeks being flushed with a bright pink.

"Josh" I said awkwardly.

"Yeah?" he looked at me with his arms still around my neck.

"I-" I started but couldn't finish. "I- I'm gonna go get some cereal..." I said with my voice cracking making me more embarrassed, trying to hide it.

"O-okay."

I then get up off my bed and start to walk to the door. I turn around. "Will you remember me if i died?"

"What?" he said confused."

"Never mind." I said and closed the door behind me.

I walk slowly downstairs. Open the cabinet and get my cereal and bowl. I turn around and was greeted by my dad.

"Hey son." he said kinda tiredly and slurred

"Hey dad, you tired?"

"Yeah, I had a rough day at work yesterday and I'm trying to treat myself."

"Right." Is all I could say as a response.

"Well, I'll let you get to your cereal."

"Alright dad. Take it easy." I said, but really I mean it for the both of us.

They have no idea what is going on with their son and they don't even bother to ask how my day was.

I stop thinking for a second and start thinking on my cereal.

I pour my cereal in a bowl and then grab some milk out of the fridge and add milk. I get a spoon, sit down, and start thinking again.

Each bite of my cereal is a thought. One of those thoughts might happen.
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