cold ❀ joshler | bryler

cold ❀ thirty seven

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[年齢17] (2/?)

"no, i'm not going to fucking tell him. you know why? because i fucking love him, and i don't want him sad anymore. if he's happy that's all i need to be happy. don't you fucking dare tell him either." brendon huffed in anger. what a great phone call to wake up to.

he looked back in his bedroom, leaning against the doorway. tyler was sleeping in his bed, and brendon had just woken up to take that annoying ass phone call with debby ryan herself.

brendon looked to tyler with worry. as he slept he could see his side as his sweatshirt rode up his tummy. the scabs were dry, but it littered the entire parts of his lower belly and his hips.

brendon took soft steps to tyler's side of the bed, the bed falling with his weight as he sat inches away from tyler's sleeping frame.

he kind of just.. stared at him. to brendon, tyler was beautiful. it baffled him how beautiful tyler was beyond belief.

he was just perfect.

brendon sat his warm hand against tyler's scarred side, feeling tyler shiver a bit in his sleep from the warmth. brendon left it there for a moment, as if when he pulled it away they would be healed.

though when he pulled away, they were still there, the skin a tint of pink from previous heat meeting the intense cold of the ac again.

brendon's eyes stung and his nose burned. the more he looked at tyler, and how perfect he was. after how much brendon had done for him since they were little kids, how much he was in love with him.

brendon almost let a tear slip from his eyes before tyler's eyebrows furrowed and he breathed in deeply, kicking his legs a bit in his slumber.

brendon quickly wiped his eyes with his fingertips then settled them in tyler's hair, rubbing it gently so he could be more relaxed. tyler never woke up.

he sighed deeply when tyler cuddled up to a pillow, his hair fluffing against the cloth.

brendon needed a smoke.

he crawled off the bed with caution not to wake up the sleeping boy; it was around five am. still a bit dark out. he didn't dare turn on the lights, though the light was just starting to show through the windows, the crack of dawn.

he looked as hard as he could in his messy room for his pack, to no avail, concluding in his head that he had probably finished his other one.

did he?

brendon closed his eyes trying to remember, he could have sworn he had a full pack.

or was that a distant memory?

either way, he was done trying to figure it out, throwing on whatever jacket he could find and silently slipping out the penthouse for a quick run to the local gas station.

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"oh, hello, mrs. urie," tyler said sweetly to brendon's mother, her smile bright to the little one. no matter the circumstances, every single time tyler got to see her she was smiling. except when they had first met, before her transition. she was so unhappy.