tyler was worn out, and he was worried of gerard. the poor guy had barely had any food in the past week, all his attention was directed towards frank.
sure, tyler had known that his hometown wasn't necessarily the most accepting place ever, but he had thought these kinds of things were in the past. he thought the world could maybe change, becoming a place where it was okay that you called yourself a boy and defined yourself as one without having a dick. he had hoped it would be okay to like the same gender without half of the people you know turning against you and the world coming after you, looking at you through a microscope, looking for every single little detail that they could use against the people they deemed as 'sinful' or whatever.
anyway, tyler hated it. he wished he could live in a world where he didn't have to fear for his and his friend's lives. somewhere where he wouldn't have to worry of accidentally seeming 'too gay' and getting shot at with legal guns like prey.
somewhere where he could just live his life without getting persecuted. because the truth was he was afraid. he was afraid of talking. he was afraid of letting people near. he was afraid of leaving his apartment. he was absolutely terrified of doing virtually anything.
he was even scared of killing himself.
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careless // joshler
Fanfictionjosh had been watching the brown-haired boy for a while, and he was certain he wasn't okay. // tyler knew a boy with obnoxiously purple hair had been watching him, and he was getting annoyed.
