The Broken Hearts Club [Joshler]

I'm Bad At Love But You Can't Blame Me For Trying

Tyler inhaled the smoke, his fingers held the cigarette without any skill or elegance. He didn't know how this worked, the cigarette burned down too quickly, the boy felt the heat from the ashes coming for his fingers. The cursed after a failed attempt to flick the cigarette away. The brunet quickly stood up and dusted off his lap that was now covered in ashes and tobacco particles. He sighed and grabbed another cigarette, fingers shaking as he tried to ignite the flame. The barely filled lighter let out a timid pop before the flame rose into the air. Tyler held the end of his cigarette over the flame, waiting for the paper to catch fire. The brunet coughed a little when the first smoke enveloped his insides. The boy lightly tapped his chest with his fist to keep a cough in, smoke slowly seeped out of his nostrils. Tyler let out a small cloud of smoke, he was getting better at this. The only part he didn't like was the disgusting taste. And smell. He hated everything about this and yet he was still lighting one cigarette after another. 

Tyler fiddled with the small glass case in his hands. The glitters trapped in the clear plastic caught the light, twinkling like thousands of tiny stars. Tyler sighed and placed the custom cigarette container on the small table afraid to somehow break it. The glass ashtray slid dangerously close to the edge, Tyler was looking the other way. Only when his elbow hit something and that object ended up falling Tyler realized what he had done. He cringed at the sound of glass breaking, he leaned over the railing to look. The ashtray had shattered all over the stone path, Tyler watched the mess with sorrow. Glass was really hard to clean up especially if the tiny shards flew into the grass. 

The boy didn't hear the front door slam, he was too lost in his own world. Two pairs of feet thundered up the stairs, one pair being more violent than the other. Only when the door burst open Tyler realized that he's not alone anymore. 

"Tyler Robert Joseph!" an angry red lioness kicked away the chair that was in her path 

The brunet couldn't even react, two strong hands gripped his collar and began shaking him.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Charlie screamed in Tyler's face, the whites of her eyes as red as her hair from all the anger

"Wh-what do you mean?" Tyler stuttered as the girl continued shaking him like an old piggy bank

"Don't play fucking dumb with me!" the girl hit Tyler's chest rather harshly, Tyler felt the wind being knocked the fuck out of his lungs

Tyler wheezed, Charlie continued screaming at him. The boy glanced over her shoulder looking for help but Jared, who was just standing in the back, didn't lift a finger. 

"Jared asked you what's wrong, he asked you what was going on but you lied in his face!" the redhead clutched Tyler harder "What is wrong with you?  What. Is. Wrong. With. You."

Tyler was beginning to feel dizzy from all the shaking, Charlie noticed the cigarette in the boy's hands and tried taking it away.

"No!" Tyler lifted his hand in the air

"What are you trying to achieve?!" Charlie continued shrieking as she jumped up to reach Tyler's hand 

"I need it!" Tyler defended his cigarette with all his might

"Shut up." Charlie snapped

Jared inhaled sharply through his teeth and furrowed his dense brows. Charlie's palm collided with Tyler's cheek with brute force. The slap could be heard across the neighbourhoods. Tyler fell back into his chair with a stagger and gripped his cheek. The brunet's eyes widened with disbelief and confusion. Charlie began rubbing her palm with her thumb. She was still angry but sort of relieved. 

Jared slowly sat down and slid the lighter into Charlie's back pocket. Tyler was still holding the cigarette. Charlie inhaled deeply and reached out her hand, palm flat up.