bambi 🦌 tysh

one

"okay, but just wait, what if there is anyone that lives in that house?" a boy, seventeen, with raven brown hair mutters curiously.

"no way, man," his friend, sixteen, named tyler, says in disbelief.

"that house is so old, and- and, gross."

they're talking about a small white house at the end of their village. 

the house is a mystery; everyone has their conspiracies.

"let's go! after school! why not?" the raven haired boy says.

"okay, brendon, okay, sure," tyler's boredom is prominent.

brendon eats a french fry, and they sit in silence until the bell rings.

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the house has an old exterior, and a weak off-white fence around it.

"let's go hurry up, forehead!"

"shut the fuck up, joseph, i'm tryna get my leg over the fence!" tyler heards a thud and some curses, seeing his friend plummet over the fence.

brendon's friend's laugh is erupting, loud and obnoxious. maybe just to him.

"wanna go inside?" tyler asks once he succesfully and safely reaches the other side of the fence.

"sure, dickface."

"your mom's a dickface, haha."

brendon mutters another string of curse words and laughs.

the boys reach the house, inhabitable for sure, and look at the small kitchen and living room with no tv.

"gosh, it's almost like someone lives here," the raven haired boy utters under his breath as he scans his fingers against a homemade stove.

"i know right," the whole house is the livingroom to the left of the entrance, kitchen to the right, and some creaky old stairs. they are afraid the stairs would collapse, so they just stay downstairs.

"i'm bored, let's go."

tyler is bored also, however he is way too fascinated and intrigued by the cottage.

"you go ahead, bren, i wanna investigate."

brendon stops, "okay, man, don't call me if you piss your pants for seein a creepy ghost."

the other nods, as his friend leaves.

the door to the backyard was unlocked, tyler notes. when was someone last here?

his feet slowly march down the stone stairs leading to the backyard of the cottage.

it's beautiful. it's so beautiful in the backyard.

small, healthy shrubs compliment the green trees, their leaves displaying a healthy green.

there is an off-white gate and fence to match the fence in the front.

it looks aged, but well-kept.

tyler opens the gate to the door with nimble hands. his heart is calm, and he just expects a few more bushes but he doesn't believe his eyes as to what he sees. his heart speeds up.

a boy, roughly his age, with curly brown hair, and a protective pair of overalls hold his petite figure.

he holds a heavy looking pail to water very well managed herbs and flowers. the scenery matches this boy's persona perfectly.

he has a tiny daisy behind his ear, almost covered by his curls. he hums something unknown, and sways his hips a little.

he is graceful, even tyler thinks he is fictional. he looks down at his apparel compared to the boy.

tyler wears dark skinny jeans, and a monotone shirt. josh has a thin yellow shirt under bright overalls rolled up at the ends.

they're opposites.

tyler expected the boy to notice him by now, but he must never have another presence around, so he must not have picked up on it.

the gate slightly squeaks as tyler closes it with care.

a small bluebird roars and the boy looks up. "bluebird! come down!" his voice is sweeter than fifeteen tons of sugar, a barrel of honey and has a small pinch of raw peppermint.

"bluebird!" he repeats. said bird follows the boy's voice as he holds out his arm for the small bird.

"i was worried you left for good."

something so innocent about the boy draws the seventeen year old further to him. he moves forward.

a few twings moan against the grain of his old shoes. the bluebird makes a few noises and flies away.

the boy turns, confused. he runs away, dropping the pail of water in a hurry.