Tyler, 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...
Tyler took his time grabbing the cutest outfit he could find
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applying gentle amounts of makeup to his freckle dusted cheeks. He looked in the mirror and smiled at his appearance, for once he was almost bruise free. He happily skipped down to Josh and immediately caught his eyes. He admired every part of this boy, taking in all of the beautiful pastel colors, his curves, the slight pudge in his thighs, EVERYTHING. "S-s'mthing wrong jish?" He blushed a little and looked him in his mocha brown eyes, deep like a galaxy, one that he would be willing to get lost in. "Y-you look amazing b-baby boy" he hid his face quickly in the sleeve of his hoodie, I JUST RUINED EVERYTHING. BABY BOY? REALLY JOSH, taking his out of his thoughts was a small peck on the cheek and tiny hands reaching for his. "Thanks jish, Let's go"
