fragile // joshler

nine

tyler's entire body went numb as he sat up in his bed, covered by his satin bed sheets.

tyler blind twice before he raised his hand and waved a little bit. he thought that was better then talking.

josh smiled, and walked into his room, closing the door gently.

josh walked to the door of tyler's bed and sat cris cross, he examined tyler's room once again.

tyler always changes his room, so the vase with flowers is always on a different shelf.

or a pastel pink poster is never on the same wall.

tyler watched josh anxiously as he scanned his room, already feeling his chest start to hurt.

he could swear he was making fun of him in his head.

josh finally focused back on tyler, and he was slightly shaking, so he started to talk.

"how are you?" he asked.

"m'okay i guess."

tyler's voice threw him off. it's sounded so... feminum ?

*******

i'm at school and the pretty boy is sitting with another girl.

i'm so sad right now he will never like me oh my goddess

he's letting her wear his jackets....