Friend, Please //Joshler// {SLOW UPDATES}

'Home'

[Tyler's p.o.v]

Short chapter-

Fluffy :>

(Sort of??)

I was glad Josh helped me.

I'm glad he welcomed me 'home',

Where I felt safe.

Where I felt secure instead of insecure.

Where I felt protected in his arm.

God. I wish our parents weren't homophobic. It would make things to much easier.

I laid still underneath the covers, Josh's strong arms holding me. I looked up at him.

"Jish?" I spoke up.

"Yes?" He answered warmly.

"When we get older, can we run away? Together?"

"Hm?"

"Like, away from all of our problems, face our fears together."

He smiled and hummed contently. "Sure baby boy."

I smiled as a scarlet tint rose to my cheeks. I loved the nicknames he gave me. It made me feel all fuzzy inside.

Something I've never felt before.

I felt his arms tighten around me. I shifted and laid on top of him.

Nothing sexual. Just cuddling.

I looked at him as he looked at me, his eyes scanning me over.

"Your so pretty you know that?" He smiled gently.

I smiled back at him and laid my head down on his chest. I could feel my steady breaths hit his neck and reflect back onto my face. I could feel his heart beating wildly.

"Joshie, are you scared?"

I lifted my head and looked at the pastel boy.

He bit his lip reluctantly.

"Nervous."

"Why?"

I swear I saw his eyes gloss with tears, but we are also in a dark room.

I felt his grip tighten like he didn't want to talk about it.

So I just laid my head back down and listened to his heart beat, admiring the sound. It kept rhythm like he did with the drums. It sounded beautiful like his drums did. Everything about him is just absolutely captivating.

"I-Im j-just scarred of l-loosing you T-Tyler.. I-I.. I love y-you."