Tyler was so innocent, his pastel pink skirt flowing in the soft breeze complementing his features and his tan, clean shaven legs. The wind was only growing stronger and he had to fix his flower crown untangling it from his soft brown curls, almost instantly letting out a small giggle. He loved days like this, when the flowers were blooming and swaying in the wind, when he could go out and hum his favorite tunes quietly without hesitation, and being able to smile at the beauty. But most people would be in astonishment as there was a sporty teen wearing such feminine clothing, most would disapprove of his choice of his dressing, but nobody could ever hurt such a beautiful boy, except the people he knew best.
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Perfect (joshler)
FanfictionTyler, a pastel basketball player who admires the smallest things, he could never hurt a fly, but it's always the people who are hurting the most that don't want others to feel pain. And Josh, a punk boy who spends countless hours thinking about the...
