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dear josh, I can't do this anymore, you're always getting high and I just want you. help me. love tyler. all rights reserved//©sam 2016

tyler's experimenting with his sexuality. it's kind of hard when it's balancing between a beautiful blonde girl with eyes as blue as the clearest ocean and a boy with messy teal hair and a charming smile.

tyler wants to speak. but he can't. because he doesn't want to get hurt. josh wants to know more about this boy. but he can't. because the boy doesn't speak. (trigger warning) ((also some brallon so))

"um, your hand is, it's...." "on your crotch? yeah, i know." "oh okay, cool." at a party, josh and tyler bond over a sexual game of twister. tyler falls in love with josh but josh doesn't "do" relationships.

josh: kik me tyler: kiss me joshler with some side ships listen let me just say i wrote this when i was a softie n it's such a cringey fic

Summary: ARMS // PREQUEL Beginnings are always curious; they take you back to a time before you knew someone, back to when they were an entirely different person. Beginnings are dark, and messy, and new. This is before the smiles, before the grey, before the black black black and ohmygod blue. back to a simpler time, full of innocence and nativity. Rating/Warnings: Mature Readers (READ AT OWN RISK). This story may contain topics of depression, cutting, anxiety, panic attacks, assault, suicide, minor character death, gay slurs, violence and gore, and minor sexual content. If any of the listed content triggers you, please do not read. Please do not copy and post my story anywhere else or create an "adaptation" of my work. Thank you. Copyright © 2016. strawb3rryvib3s All Rights Reserved.

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