The Broken Hearts Club [Joshler]

Knees Weak, Arms Heavy, Mom Never Made Spaghetti

I changed Josh's age from twenty-four to twenty-seven. You'll find out why later.

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Tyler was confident with himself till he saw the apartment complex in the distance. Just like that, with a snap of two fingers, all the cockiness evaporated from this body leaving Tyler shaking like a wet chicken. He didn't know what Josh knew exactly and that was the most bothering thing. Josh probably had cameras in his house and now he wanted everyone to witness Tyler's crime so he couldn't defend himself. Police were already waiting for the brunet...

Tyler slapped his forehead wanting his ridiculous thoughts to go away. Josh wasn't that petty, was he? Who would e extra enough to do such a  thing? It was just Tyler overthinking the simplest situation. The boy slowed down his pace and tried to calm down. He didn't steal anything, did he? He just climbed through the window, emptied a (probably expensive) bottle of liquor and explored a bit. Tyler rubbed his already aching forehead, he trespassed and that was s crime too. Tyler desperately tried to look for a silver lining in all of that situation but nothing came to his mind. Getting drunk? No, the hangover was a massive bitch. Trying on expensive watches? Nope. That just made Tyler understand how poor he is. He even lost his own watch. It was cheap and plastic but it meant a lot to him because it was the last thing reminding him of how his family was before Chris' gambling issue. The old watch reminded him of simpler times. 

Tyler was getting closer and closer to the apartment and no matter how slowly he went, he couldn't avoid the inevitable. Unless he just turned around and walked home which he could not do at the moment. Home was the last place he wanted to be right now. Tyler dropped his sister off at his aunt and went out himself. He couldn't take advantage of his aunt's hospitality any longer, the brunet didn't want to seem like a burden. The only place Tyler found comfort in was his school but now that he had graduated, he had nowhere else to go. Maybe the youth centre wasn't so bad after all. Charlie talked so highly of it, Tyler wanted to have what the other kids had. The only problem was that Tyler was kind of an asshole and had trouble fitting in. Even now, Tyler couldn't figure out what he said to upset Charlie so much. Those were just words, right? Words didn't hurt anyone... At least Tyler thought that. 

The sound of Tyler's light steps bounced off the narrow walls and came right back. The boy noticed that there was less trash around and more dumpsters. The building still looked like a bomb shelter but there wasn't much that someone could do about it. It's not like he knew someone very rich who cared about this building so much that they would invest in its restoration... The lack of trash on the ground was a pleasant sight.

Tyler felt a lump in his throat as he made his way to the fifth floor but ignored it. Both his leg and foot moved up and down. Not too long after, his tanned face turned red, as he came closer and closer to the end of his destination. Tyler wiped his forehead and thanked God that nature was unpredictable. The weather outside was warm as ever but the cold wind made everything so much better. Tyler glanced out the window to take the last look at the beautiful ashen grey clouds in the sky before stepping into his doom. 

The heavy door opened without making any sound, Tyler wondered why the door, of all things in this building, was the sturdiest thing. It didn't make any sound, Tyler wished it did because walking in silent was a tad awkward. The boy still didn't know what he should say. Should he say good day or good afternoon? What if it was too early to say good day? Should he say good morning? What time is acceptable to still say good morning? Tyler felt his palms heat up. He curled his fingers into a fist and slowly walked to his seat. Everyone stared at him hoping for the boy to say something but Tyler pressed his lips together. If they thought he was an asshole the boy wasn't gonna do anything about it to change it.