Tyler and Josh - Fanfiction

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Tyler was standing on the cold foggy highway, which was wet from the rain.

He watched the cars passing by, ignoring the honking of the blood red or bat black cars.

Suddenly he heard a thunder.

He reached out his hand and felt the ice cold rain.

His shiny red hat already felt wet.

The rain felt like hurtfull pinpricks on his face, his arms, his body.

He looked up and enjoyed the refreshing feeling, as he suddenly heard a voice.

"Tyler! Oh my god! What are you doing there?! Get off the street!!" It was Josh.

Tyler turned his head and smiled at him. Then he went towards Josh, who pulled him into a tight hug.

"It's okay Josh, I'm here, I'm fine, everything is fine."

Tyler hugged him tighter, as if Josh would fall apart into millions of pieces, if he would let him go.

Josh could feel his heartbeat against Tyler's, then he started to cry.

"Tyler, i thought i would never see you again", he whispered, as he calmed down.

"I thought i had lost you."

"Don't ever think that, Josh", Tyler whispered back.

"I will never leave you, okay? I will always be there for you."

"i love you, Ty."

"i love you too, josh."

They pulled away from each other and hand in hand they went back to the little house, where Tyler and Josh lived.

Tyler's parents had come to visit the both, so they quietly sneaked in, because it was already past midnight.

As they layed in bed, Tyler suddenly asked:

"Josh?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you promise me, that you will never leave me? Because i can't live without you."

"Of course, Tyler. Why should i ever leave you?"

"i don't know, people come and go."

"Yeah, you're right. But i'm not people. I'm Josh. I'm your boyfriend and I love you. I will never leave you, okay?"

"Okay."

"Goodnight, Ty. I love you."

"Goodnight, Josh. I love you too."
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The next day, Tyler had to go to the therapist again.

Somehow his parents (he still couldn't figure out how, maybe some of the neighbours saw him and told his parents) found out about the thing that happened yesterday, so they forced him to go there again.

Tyler was at the therapist for about two months ago, because of depression and fears.

He hated the therapy, because he didn't think that talking to somebody you barely know and who had the power to put you in a hospital forever, because of a realization of how crazy you are, seemed to help.

But still, he had to go there, because his parents listened to all these experts and psychologists, who said, that a therapy would help.

About an hour later, he was sitting on the therapist's couch, chewing gum.

He loved chewing gum, it somehow made him calm.

Therapists say, that its one of many skills to make somebody calm down.