Birthdaypresent(s) [Broshler]

My turn

It had been around 3:30 am when Tyler finally got home. Because he had been so close to home the police had agreed on escorting him there, since his headlight was busted and the snow still fell. He was lucky his car didn't have to be towed, and since the police had to go in the same direction anyway, they made sure he parked safely on the parkinglot.
Even before stepping out he called Josh and Brendon, a little disappointed Josh had fallen asleep just minutes before he called, because he really just wanted to talk to him. Apologize. But he spoke with Brendon for a minute, making sure he'd tell Josh that he was home now.

As he layed down on his back on his cold bed, he gently got the uke and held it to his chest. Gently strumming the snares with his fingers a soft smile crept up his face. He loved the sounds so much, and even more now he got the instrument from those two.

Softly playing a mindless tune, his thoughts were on this evening. He never had a birthday like this, he never had a gift that considered his interests so much. Not even when he was a kid. His parents weren't considerate like that, they gave him presents but only what they wanted him to have. Books about things that he didnt care for, clothes he hated, other things to push him into a direction they wanted him in. Never something that was to his interest. And now, Josh and Brendon did it again. After their first date to the Observatory and now the instrument.

He felt bad for having them, probably mostly Josh, so worried. He hadn't said it in the exact words, but Tyler realized all too well now it was because of what happened 'back then'. Ofcourse he knew, but hearing Josh's response to tonight's situation still startled him. And he felt bad, so bad that his breakdown still had so much effect on them. And it made sense, Tyler had just blocked thinking about it, but obviously finding someone more dead than alive in a bathtub was traumatizing.

He wished he could turn back time and change that, but he knew he couldn't. He was determined now to do better, keep it in the back of his mind whenever they were worried about him, without making Josh one big worried mess. They cared. They cared.

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Unfortunately Tyler hadn't seen them all week after that, now their schedules just mismatched. Not even ont 'their' friday. They called about twice and texted (a lot), but Tyler missed them. He slowly grew to hate what he had always loved the most, being alone. It was already the strangest thing that he didn't even feel so alone anymore, even when he was physically. But the more time he spent at their house, how more he started to dislike being at his own apartment.

He took a sip from his coffee, before getting his phone out of his pocket. There were a bunch of notifications on the screen.

Brendon
Hi!
Josh has a work thing friday, so please tell me that you're free this friday so i can take on you on a date. Yes, without Josh.

Brendon
(Who is now pouting and being sooooo sad next to me and forcing me to text you that the next week is his turn to take you out, without me.)

Brendon
(He just crossed his arms and said 'or else he won't cuddle with me all week' so...)

Brendon
(Not that he would succeed in not cuddling with me for a whole week, but i did it anyway.)
So, two one-on-one dates.

Brendon
If you want to and you're free obviously.

Brendon
:)

Tyler laughed when he read Brendon's texts, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks. He had never blushed so much in his whole life as he had since he met them, he wasn't even sure he could ever blush but he seemed to be a completely different person nowadays anyway. Right then his co-worker, or manager actually, walked in to their little break room.