Anything // A Tythan Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

Tyler's POV
3rd Person Limited
A/N: I'm well aware that Ethan dyed his hair brown again, but we're just gonna pretend he still has blue hair. Mainly just so we can call him Blue Boy.

Tyler opened the door to his boyfriend's apartment. He hadn't called or texted or anything beforehand, but he figured it'd be fine. He just had to pick up his toothbrush, which he'd forgotten when he left a few hours ago.
"Hey, Alex! Just picking up my... oh my... oh my god."
Tyler stopped abruptly as soon he walked into the living room. There, sat the love of his life, Alex, shirtless on the couch, with his arm around a stranger. Another guy. He was shirtless as well, but that wouldn't have mattered if he was or not. Alex was staring at Tyler with a look of something that resembled fear.
"Alex, what... ah fuck it I know what this is. Who is this?" The other guy looked at the floor, as Alex stood up.
"Tyler. Um, yeah, so... Noah if you want to leave..." the other guy, now labeled as Noah, continued to look at the floor.
"God, Alex, just breaking up with me would've been better than this!! What did I do wrong? Why aren't I enough for you??" Tyler felt his eyes begin to well up with tears.
"Tyler. I know, I'm a piece of shit. This is bad. Oh god this is terrible. I'm so sorry you had to see this."
"No! No you're not! If I hadn't walked in on you two now, would he still be here?"
No response. The tears began to spill out of Tyler's eyes.
"Would he?!"
Still no response.
"Fuck it. Fuck this. Fuck you. Fuck love. Fuck my forgotten toothbrush. Fuck everything. I'm done. Goodbye, Alex."
And with that, Tyler stomped out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. And after that he ran. He ran down the stairs. He ran out of the apartment complex. He ran down the block. He ran down another block. And another. He ran until he was at the only place he felt safe. The cafe. Ethan worked here. Ethan had taken up the day job when he decided to quit being Mark's editor. Mark, Ethan, and Tyler were still best friends, though, and they still shared a studio and collabed all the time.
Tyler wiped away his tears and took a few deep breaths outside the cafe door. He opened the door and walked up to the counter. Ethan was taking orders and smiled when Tyler walked up.
"Hey, Ty! Americano and a cranberry muffin, right?" It was so hard not to be happy when Ethan was around. Tyler gave him the best smile he could muster.
"You're exactly right, Blue Boy. Thanks."
Tyler paid up, and got his muffin, and sat down on one of the comfy chairs while he waited for his drink. Ethan brought it to him. It was about 2 in the afternoon, and it was a Friday, so not many people were there, and not many people were going to come later.
"Need anything else?" Ethan asked.
"Uh, nah, I'm good. Thanks," Tyler replied. Tyler picked up a magazine from the pile in the corner and began reading. And thinking. And reading. And thinking. And checking Twitter. And thinking. And...
"Oh dear god it's seven p.m." Tyler said to himself as he looked at the clock on his phone. The cafe was supposed to close in fifteen minutes. It was completely empty, except for Tyler and Ethan. Why Ethan didn't seem to find it weird that Tyler had stayed there for five hours, he didn't know.
     "Hey, Ty, it takes me like, ten minutes to close the place up. I can give you a ride to your apartment, if you want."
     Oh god, his apartment. He really didn't want to go back there and be alone, but that was the only thing he could do. He kind of wanted Ethan to stay the night, just so he could have a friend, but Ethan was really busy, and wouldn't have time to stay over. And it wasn't like Tyler wanted to bother other people with his problems.
     "Tyler?" Ethan's voice snapped Tyler out of his thoughts. "Do you need a ride?" he asked again, gently.
     "Yeah... Yeah that'd be great," Tyler replied with a weak smile.