people are scared of tyler and tylers scared of death. ©smilingtyler

"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795

"My heart's big enough. Let me take care of you." "Both of you."

Tyler leans his head back, looking at him upside down. "Shut up." He yawns, eyes sparkling. "I liked it. I would do it again."

July 18th is today, tomorrow and yesterday. Tyler wants it to be July 19th.

"What's up?" Jordan's voice is raspy from sleep, he's all scruffy. Tyler's heart burns. He's just-Tyler doesn't even know what to think of him.

"Hey kid, wait a second, what's your damn name?" Like he's forgotten it, he pauses and turns around, frowning for a moment before staring at Josh. "It's Tyler."

Tyler can't believe his eyes.

Tyler swallows thickly, leaning towards Josh. "Your little brother keeps staring at me." Josh sticks his bottom lip out. "Maybe he has a staring problem I never knew about."