Primadonna boy «JOSHLER» (DISCONTINUED)

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Song: somebody else by the 1975

J O S H

"You're depressed." I answered.
"Maybe that's the truth." Tyler shrugged. "Not sure, never am." He added.

I sat down next to Tyler and hugged his small frame as he leaned his back against the couch.

"Josh it's okay. I'll be fine. Unless if he comes back." Tyler breathed.
"Who comes back?" I ask, instantly getting pissed off. Not at Tyler of course but who ever he's talking about.

"No body." Tyler answered, scooting away from me and looking down at his phone.

I put my hand on his thigh.
"Ty ty." I whined.

"Ugh Goddamnit Josh. Blurry, if Blurry comes back." He rolled his eyes.

I opened my mouth to tell him not to roll his eyes at me but I didn't. He was going through a lot already, moved to the other side of the couch.

Tyler's doe eyes stared at me for a while, until he crawled on my lap and apologized for his rude actions, although I didn't find them very rude.

Tyler gasped, and ran to the window.

"Joshie, it's snowing," Tyler squealed, smiling his precious smile at me.

I smiled back, getting up and wrapping my arms around him.

The boy pushed me away, grabbing his jacket and throwing mine to me.

I put mine on as he put on his, and he began putting on his vans and so did I.

The brunette rushed out the door, dancing around as the cold icy rain hit his bare hands.

His pale cheeks turned a dark red as I ran out to him.

"Damn I didn't know how pretty snow is. Or it could just be you." I said.
Tyler laughed a giggly snort.
"Nah," he laughed.
I was about to object, when I felt a stinging burn on my back.

"You bitch!" I yelled, realizing Tyler shoved snow down my shirt.

I grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at the small boy.

"Ahh Dadddyyyy!" He giggled, covering his face.

"This war is on." I grunted, throwing more snow at him, while he made a snowball, throwing it at my jeans.
"Not the jeans, Tyler!" I laughed.
He giggled making me smile, as I pressed snow against his neck making him screech.

"You rude whore!" Tyler yelled, throwing a snowball at my hair.

"Aww your hair looks pretty with snow. It's fading though. Can we dye it again?" He asks playing with my hair, "you'd look good with red." He mumbled.
"We can do red." I shrugged.

Then Tyler dragged me to the car to get hair dye.

Once we were home, we got inside and he told me he was going to dye my hair for me.

"Hold up." He yelled, running into our room, coming out with cute little silk shorts on.

"Ok, bleach first?" He questions.
"Yes, love."