---{•}--- Time skip
I decided to "Break into" Tyler's old house while his fuck up of a father was at work so we could grab some clothes for Tyler. Of course Tyler begged to come along and I guess it was fair knowing that he wasn't going back any time soon. When we pulled up to the house I grabbed a simple screw driver from my pocket and slammed it into the lock breaking it in the process. I opened the door and the first thing I noticed was the putrid smell of trash, old food, and alcohol hitting me like a train and I nearly gagged when I saw the piles of trash piled onto what used to be the floor. I took Tyler's hand as he lead me across the hall to his room where hopefully it wasn't as dirty as the rest of the home. He opened the door quickly, pulling me inside and slamming it behind us. His room smelled like rose perfume and it was almost like we were in a different place, It was neat and had pastel blue walls and an aesthetic board hanging on his wall, It suited him very well except for the small spots of blood that stained the off-white carpet. I grabbed a white book bag, Opened his closet that was filled to the brim with color, and started stuffing skirts and long sweaters into the bag while Tyler grabbed more personal items like his thigh highs tights and some adorable lace panties. When we were done we nearly bolted out of the house until we heard the sound of a door slam and keys hitting the table. I opened Tyler's window, but he told me to look away for a sec while he shoved things into his bag and jumped out of the window. I did the same and we made our way to the car and we drove home without making a sound, But not because it was uncomfortable, When I went to turn on the radio I noticed it was missing. "THAT BASTARD STOLE MY RADIO" I nearly swerved into a ditch catching his attention and I noticed he was smiling from ear to ear, Brighter than ever before, "T-thank you jish f-for helping me". I noticed a small, unfamiliar, feeling in the bottom of my stomach almost like butterflies, I'm not sure what it was, But I loved it. "No problem".
---{•}--- Tyler's pov
Once we were done grabbing some of my things, Josh kindly offered to help me get situated into his room. He helped me unpack my clothes while I folded them and gently placed them into the dresser. It ended up taking forever for us to get done because we kept playing around, aka Josh throwing balled up socks at me, and arguing on whether we should eat at Taco Bell or chipotle, But I had my ways of winning. "Yeah yeah chipotle is okay but who was there when it was 3:00 in the morning when you were broke only having about 2$ and you were starving?" " Good point but who has better burritos?" "FUCKING TACO BELL YOU DUMBASS". "Oh I'm the dumbass am I?, but you're the TICKLISH ONE!", He pounced on me, Straddling my hips while he poked my ribs, "J-Josh st-stop" I managed to say through a fit of laughter. "What's the password?" I sighed and said "Pwetty pweaseee?" And he quickly jumped up while I managed to catch my breath. Once we were done organizing the clothes I decided I would take him out to where I used to go and think, I've never showed it to anyone, but Josh seemed different. He was special, In Fact, he made me feel special to him. "Josh I wanna take you somewhere" he smiled "Okay just let me grab my things". I was really confused on what he meant by that but I swung my small book bag over my shoulders and let it lay gently along my side. Then unexpectedly, Josh came up behind me and picked me up bridal style. He let out a giggle and said "I've got everything, what about you?". I blushed at how corny he was and just nodded as he sat me down and raced me to the front door.
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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...