Fifteen

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Fifteen

THREE YEARS
A G O




Josh smiled.

It was raining and hardly anyone was smiling but him. Not even Tyler, cheerleaders, jocks, or teachers.

He was smiling because of Tyler. He'd worn his black Ohio hoodie, that fit his tiny body perfectly, over his colorful Disney shirt and black jeans. That was Josh's favorite outfit of Tyler's. It was simple and casual but to him it was beautiful.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Tyler said. His face was tainted a reddish pink– scarlet– now that he's seen Josh staring at him.

"Like what?" Josh asked. The smile was still plastered on his light pink lips on his paling face.

"Like... I'm not sure but it's making me self-conscious."

"You're beautiful."

And then, Tyler smiled.

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