honeysuckle (j. t.)

V; aphasia

aphasia: a language disorder that affects a person's ability to communicate.

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josh pov

he took my hand, leading me towards the exit. leaving the shop, and crossing the street towards our cars, his grip tightened around my hand a little. it was cute, i liked it.

     "do you wanna go back to my place?" he asked quietly; i almost couldn't hear him.

"uh...um...i...sure!" i said, excited.

      god. why did i do that? i barely know him.

"what's your address?" i asked him, gripping the sleeve of my hoodie tightly in my empty hand.

"67 spring road," he replied, letting go and walking to his car.

i punched the address into my phone, and followed the map coordinates with my hand, all the way to an expensive looking mansion on the other side of town. tyler's car was already driving off, so i hurried to start my own. following him and the map, i drove slowly as to not lose him. eventually arriving at his house, i stared in awe at the sheer size. no way this man needs all of this. i precariously parked my car in his enormous driveway. i turned my car off. i stepped out, grabbing my phone. tyler approached me, linking our arms as we walked into his home.

"make yourself comfortable," he smiled.

stepping through the doorway, i gawked at all of the space he had. it was huge. i mean, he had TWO LIVING ROOMS! who needs that for themselves??

      "why do you have such a big house?" i asked tentatively.

      "why not? i can afford it," he replied, smiling softly. "now why don't you sit and relax. the den is dead ahead. can't miss it."

      i nodded, and headed that way. upon entering, i noticed the vaulted ceilings and huge leather couch. i carefully placed my shoes next to the couch and sat down. i was very aware of the surroundings, since they were new.
     when i noticed tyler returning, he wasn't in his suit as usual. instead he had opted for casual wear. a burgundy t-shirt and grey sweatpants. he stood in the doorway for a moment.
     "well, come sit here. what are you waiting on?" i laughed.
he sat next to me, and grabbed the remote. he turned on a shitty hallmark movie. he let me snuggle close to him.
this must be the life.

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THE END
a/n: hey guys! i finally got inspired to write after 6 billion years. apologies but i hope you enjoyed this short one :)

word count | 461

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don't forget to drink something, eat something, take your meds (if you have any) and get a good night's sleep. i love you guys and take care💕⭐️