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"your parents always tell you to stay away from boys; or relationships in general. then they turn around to ask those same damn questions... when are you going to settle down? do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend yet? am i ever getting grandchildren?
so what is it mom? what is it dad? suffer through the pain of love for your satisfaction, or stay away from the heartbreak and pain just to be unhappy for the rest of your life?
why wasn't i born with a guide to lead me the right direction? why the hell did i fall for my best friend? they say everything happens for a reason and a purpose... that may be true, but why does it have to fucking happen to me?
i'm not a bad person. i've always listened to both sides before making a statement. i didn't curse until i turned twenty. i listened to my parents and got good grades. so why do i get to go through the shittiest things?
no one said life was going to be this hard but then again... nobody ever asked."
tyler sighed and let the pen in between his two fingers fall onto the bed with a quiet thud. he let out a low sigh while glancing over towards the bedside clock that resided on top of the bedside table. it had been around three in the morning and sleep seemed to have been circling around everyone but him. his eyes were heavy and he yawned every few minutes but he was being tortured by the tantalizing devil that had unpacked all his things in his head.
he was battling with himself. he wanted to go home, see josh, and talk to him again but he didn't want to go through the pain that overwhelmed his body like he did the last time.
you could say he was terrified... because honestly he was. how would you feel if the one person you loved took your heart and squeezed it until it bursts. take an amazing day and draw a hurricane ransacking it at the end.
tyler didn't want to be sad, he really didn't. all his life he just wanted to be happy;
so why wasn't he?
"tyler." a small voice called out causing his head to snap towards the right. jihoon's ear twitches at the calling from the familiar boy but he ignored taking any action.
"hey bubba. why are you awake?" tyler asked in a calm gentle voice that soothed the ears of the sick child.
noah went silent as he made his way to what had been tyler's bed for the past week. in his arms he had two fruit punch flavored caprisuns and a fluffy beige blanket that his father had gotten him not that long ago. "my tummy hurts." he shrugged.
tyler frowned at the new found information and moved the notebook that was filled with his thoughts to the side. he patted the spot next to him and helped the boy get situated besides him.
"i got you juice." noah whispered before letting out a small sneeze that made his whole head tremble and his nose turn a rosy shade.
tyler kissed the blond ringlets and took the pouch with a genuine smile. "thank you bubba. even though you're not allowed juice at this time at night, i promise not to tell your dad." he chuckled.
the young child let out a relieved sigh and giggled before a cough escaped the back of his throat.
"do you ever want to be a kid again?" noah randomly asks as he takes sips from his juice. his head is pressed against tyler's chest while his blanket is curled in his arms.
the nimble fingers running through the blond curls stops for a brief moment as tyler takes in the question. almost instantly he's nodding.
"of course. when you grow up, being an adult sucks. it's not as fun as people think it is." the brunet responds, drinking his own juice now. "why do you ask?" he questions back.
"all my friends say they can't wait to be older, but what's so great about being an adult? you guys have bills! yuck!" he says and tyler lets out a small chuckle.
"please don't ever grow up. you're too precious for this world." tyler whispers.
noah lets out a small hum and then a yawn follows shortly after. tyler takes the caprisun out of the boys hand and places it on the table next to his own, then turns off the light. he can hear jihoon purr in the distance, the low rumble of the air conditioning, and the ever so steady breaths that come from the sick boy.
if only tyler could turn back time to when everything was perfect and demons weren't a thing.
