Two diary's and a broken heart
31 December 2016
Tyler sighed as he threw his suitcase away and laid down on the couch. He stared at the ceiling of his new home. He was 24 and decided it was time to live on his own. He and his parents had looked for a house and this one seemed pretty good. And it was a nice house.
It was small but cosy with only one sleeping room, a bathroom and a living room. It didn't have a wide garden, but it was close to the forest so if he wanted to see plants he could go there. It had this mysterious yet comfortable feeling on it. Perfect for a writer like him.
Tyler smiled. This might actually give him some good ideas. He didn't have them a lot but when he had one, he would work and go 100 percent for it. He believed that as long as you truly wanted it you could do it.
He stood up with a groan. While whistling a song he carried his suitcase and back to his sleeping room. He didn't take much with him: money, some clothes, his laptop and phone, sketchbook and camera. And of course his hygiene: toothbrush, comb, etc.
He opened the closet to put his clothes in but his eye fell on something else. It was a small notebook, probably left by the previous owner. He picked it up. It had a little dust on it, which he blew off, just to reveal a black leather with gold inscription on it:
Taglibro
Tyler recognized the language. It was Esperanto and it meant Diary. He carefully opened it. It were old papers, yellow brown because of age. 50 years old, he estimated, judging by the way it was stored and the paper quality. He turned the first page.
Date: 1 January 2017
He looked at his phone. It was 31 December. He frowned.
Dear diary.
What exactly does Life have against me? I can't help but think that Life tries to get rid of me...still, somehow I can't seem to stop laughing. There was this man – tall, muscled, defined jawline, warm eyes, curly hair, not to mention extremely handsome – right out of a superhero movie. He jumped before the car and shove me out of the way. I really wish I could thank him with coffee or something. He practically saved my life and then disappeared without a trace. *huffs*
E.N
Tyler smiled at the last part. She sounded cute. He turned the page around.
Date: 2 January 2017
Dear diary.
Today it wasn't my fault – I swear! There were three guys, waiting in the alleyway behind the supermarket, all taller than me (which isn't really hard to be honest). They threatened me if I wouldn't hand over my money and phone; I mean, what could I do about that? But of course, the fucking knight in shining Armor. Is he like a stalker or something? How does he always know where I am? And why does he only appear when I am in trouble? Is he just silently waiting in the bushes to help me? It's kind of freaking me out. One more meeting and I'll ask him.
E.N
Tyler giggled. Yes, he actually giggled. This girl is pretty funny, he thought, looking over the "Fucking knight in shining Armor" and "all taller than me, which isn't hard to be honest". He did wonder who the man was. He sounded kind of like him – tall, defined jawline, muscled, curly hair – but how would that work out?
The next page was blank. He made a disappointed sound by clicking his tongue. He wanted to know how it ended. Because it was from the future it obviously wasn't real. So was the ending already known?
-the next day-
Tyler couldn't get the diary out of his mind. He kept walking towards the closet, and his brain wouldn't focus on anything else. He sighed, put on his coat and decided to walk towards the library. If someone knew about it, it must be them. He picked up the book and left the house.
He felt something burn his skin. Standing around the corner so no one would see him, he raised his shirt and saw a red imprint on his skin. He bit his lip in pain. "What the fuck?"
"Watch out! I can't stop the car!" Almost immediately after Tyler left the corner, there was a car riding at a way too high speed. He saw a boy with blue hair who seemed to be frozen in fear of the car coming his way. Not taking one moment to think he ran towards the boy, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him out of the way. The boy landed on top of him, his eyes wide from fear but a blush crawling up his cheeks. He was cute. Tyler shook his head. This wasn't the time to admire the face of a random stranger.
"You alright?" he asked. The boy looked at him for a moment before bursting out in tears. He buried his face in Tyler's coat and grabbed it with his small hands. Tyler rubbed over the boy's back. "Shhh...It's okay now." "T-thank you...," the boy stuttered. He smiled. "Of course." He patted his back for one last time and walked away. "W-wait," the boy stuttered, but the words were lost in the loud sounds of the traffic.
Tyler didn't feel like going to the library anymore. As soon as he got home he sank towards the floor. Was he the hero? Was the boy E.N? He opened the notebook.
Date: 5 January 2017
I don't know what's wrong with me. I just feel so sad...Like I can't do anything right you know? I just want someone to say they appreciate me...But not even my parents would say that. Pathetic aren't I? 20 year old and still depressed and on the verge of crying every time my parents fight. Just like four days ago...I don't know what to do. I just cried in front of that man – he must think I'm weak and pathetic. Huh, can't prove him wrong.
Ethan
"Ethan..." Tyler whispered. He didn't understand what was going on – but he did know what to do. He would follow the instructions of the book and make the boy happy.
He laid in bed, reading the diary over and over again. "The alleyway behind the supermarket, huh..." He closed the notebook and hugged it closely. With the book pressed against his chest he fell asleep.
"Tyler! Tyler!" a blue haired boy ran towards him. "Ethan!" He opened his arms and hugged the boy. Ethan looked up at him. "I missed you, Tyler." Tyler picked him up and spun him around. "I missed you too."
They walked together to an alleyway. Ethan ran forward and spread his arms. A maniacal laughter echoed on the background, followed by footsteps. "I'm useless," he whispered. "You think so too, don't you?" Tyler shook his head and wanted to run towards the boy but he couldn't move his legs. "No, no you're not! Ethan! ETHAN!" But there was no response except for his whole world going black.
Tyler shot up in his bed. The diary was still in arms. Panting he looked down on it, small drops of sweat dropping down on the cover. He wiped his forehead and neck with his shirt. He shivered at the thought of the dream. The first part seemed to be all happy-go-lucky, but the end...It was straight up out a horror movie.
The alleyway! He thought. At what time would Ethan be attacked? After all, there was no time noted in the diary. Did he have to wait there for the whole day? Just waiting until the boy showed up? He picked up the notebook. "Ow!" It was scorching. Just like the previous day... He threw the book onto the couch and hurried to the alleyway.
He reached it, panting even though he was in good shape, just in time. He saw Ethan laying on the ground, covering his head and face with his arms. "Now, Nestor, just hand over the money and phone and we'll leave you alone. If not..." the tallest man kicked him over so he laid on his back and put his heel on his chest, pressing further. Ethan shrieked. "Oy! Leave him alone!"
Tyler couldn't stand seeing the smaller boy being hurt anymore. "Oy! Leave him alone!" he yelled. The three men turned their heads to see where the voice came from. "And you are..?" "Doesn't matter," he answered. He kicked the first man in the stomach, hard enough for him to hit the wall in with his back. Tyler had never been so thankful for his fighting lesson. The second man got punched in the face and the third one ran away. Tyler helped the younger boy up, smiling kindly. "Hey again," he said. Ethan smiled, although it seemed a bit sad. Tyler hugged the boy for a short moment before walking away. "Wait!" he heard him call after him, but he ignored it.
A red haired man impatiently knocked onto Tyler's door. "Oy, Tyler! Let me the fuck in!" Tyler chuckled a little but opened the door. "Hey, man!" A quick handshake and a pat on the back. "It's so cool that we live so close now!" Mark lived one street away from his new house. "I know right? We can hang way more often now!"
"So," Mark said after receiving his drink, "anything interesting happened while living here?" He winked and Tyler sighed. According to Mark he had been way too long single. Mark tried to make him go on dates with every boy or girl he met. He thought about Ethan for a moment, and the book, but decided to shake his head. "Nah, nothing," he lied. "Tsk. Such a shame."
"Hey, by the way, do you know about a certain Ethan who lives here?" Mark looked up in thought for a second. "Well, I know Ethan Dolan, Ethan Nestor..." Tyler remembered that one of the attackers had called the boy "Nestor" so that was probably his name. It also matched E.N. "Yeah, Ethan Nestor." The redhead nodded. "Yes, I know him." "Do you know where he lives?" Mark nodded and wrote the address on a small piece of paper laying around. "Why do you need it?" "I-oh, I became kind of friends with him but you know, I find it a little awkward to ask it..." Mark chuckled. "But now you seem like a stalker." "I'll just say you gave it to me," he replied with a grin.
-Time skip to January the fifth-
Tyler woke up early so he would be in time for Ethan. He grabbed the notebook and watched some television to kill time. At times like this he was glad that he didn't have to worry about work and money – his parents ran a big business and were millionaires. They send him some money so Tyler also swam in it. Just as a new movie started he felt a heat in his left hand, in which he held the diary. "Shit, time to go," he mumbles and picked up the piece of paper with the address.
He admired the house before he entered it. It wasn't big or fancy, but it looked nice and cosy, just like his. He was woken of his daydream by shouting voices.
"IT IS YOUR FAULT, BUT YOU JUST BLAME IT ONE ME!" "I CAN'T HELP IT EITHER! HE WAS JUST BORN THAT WAY! HE IS USELESS, BUT HE DIDN'T INHERIT THAT FROM ME!" Tyler felt a shiver down his spine, knowing they were probably talking about Ethan. He hoped with his whole heart it wasn't – no parents should talk that way about their children.
He took a deep breath and ringed the doorbell. The door was opened by a tall man with a bald head, a big moustache and a red head, probably from shouting too much. "Uhm...is Ethan home?" Tyler asked. The man looked down on him. Tyler wasn't exactly the smallest but this guy was a giant compared to him. "Who are you? A classmate?" "A friend, sir." "Stop fooling around, that brat doesn't have friends," he mumbled, but pointed at the stairs. "First door right." "Thank you."
Tyler knocked on the door. "Come in..." His voice sounded lifeless and hoarse. Tyler opened the door just to reveal Ethan sitting on the floor. His face was covered in bruises and his eyes were red from crying. He sniffed a little but quickly wiped his nose and face when Tyler walked in. He quickly tried to hide the book in his left hand, but the man already saw it. It was identical to his. "W-What are you doing here?" Tyler didn't answer, he just pulled him into a tight hug. "I appreciate you," he whispered. Ethan's arms dropped to his sides and he started crying silently. He hugged back, burying his face in Tyler's neck. "Thank you," he said softly. "What's your name? How did you find my house? How did you know what I wanted to hear right now? And why...why do you appreciate me?"
Tyler chuckled. "That are a lot of questions. I'm Tyler Scheid. Nice to meet you. A friend gave it to me. I-I don't know." It wasn't exactly a lie, he still didn't know how the book worked. "I just felt like you could use someone who appreciated you right now. And...I also don't know. You seem like a nice guy, Ethan." The blue haired boy smiled. Tyler held his breath for a moment. He was so beautiful. "Thanks...Tyler." His heart skipped a beat when he heard his name. "You seem cool too! M-Maybe we could be friends!" For some reason Tyler's stomach hurt. "Yeah...friends."
Date: 5 January 2017
I think I just made a friend :3 ! and he's super nice, and cool, and good-looking...Why would he even want to be friends with me? Whatever, I just want to enjoy our time together.
I hope I'll see him tomorrow. He's probably the best thing that ever happened to me – a friend.
E.N
Tyler smiled. He liked how Ethan complimented him so much. And he felt his heart break by the last sentence. He didn't have a friend? "Yes, you'll see me tomorrow," he said softly.
-Time skip of two months-
"...and he tripped and fell on his face!" Ethan chuckled with the straw of his boba tea still in his mouth. "No, for real?" Tyler nodded.
The boys had been hanging out for two months now and Tyler had saved him about fifteen times (Ethan had a lot of people who hated him) and Tyler had accepted it – he liked his blue haired, loud and cute friend. He loved everything about him; how he got flustered every time he got complimented, how his eyes lighted up whenever he smiled, and how he laughed, and everything else. Like right now, he had to restrain himself from not taking the straw out of his mouth and kiss him.
"Bye Tyler!" Ethan walked into his house. Tyler sighed as he shoved his hands into his pockets. His breath left a small cloud in the cold air. A lot of things had changed, he thought. Not only like I it here more, Ethan is less shy and laughs more...and the diary doesn't predict the future anymore but it updates the contemporaneity.
As soon as he reached his house he fell down on the couch. He turned on the TV. Ethan, he thought when he noticed the blue haired boy didn't leave his mind. What are you doing to me?
He woke up from a heat in his left hand – it had become a habit to keep it with him when he was at home. He didn't even know he had fallen asleep. He opened the book and there was not even a date or name.
Just one sentence.
I'm in love with Tyler.
His eyes light up, and mouth fell open but he smiled. Ethan is in love with me? He jumped up and down from happiness. He put on his coat and left the house.
With a red face from running and happiness he arrived at Ethan's house. He ring the bell and the moment Mr Nestor opened it he slid past him and ran up the stairs.
"Ethan," he panted. Ethan looked up to him. "Hey Tyler," he said with a smile and red cheeks. Tyler knelt before him and cupped his face. "Tyler?" Ethan's face was red from blushing. Tyler smiled sweetly at him and pressed their lips together. The two boys melted into the kiss, not worrying about anything else. The screams on the background faded. Out of breath they pulled away. "That...was amazing," Ethan mumbled. "It really was." Tyler grasped his hand. "Ethan, I have liked you for over two months now. I fell for you the moment I saw you, and I never fell out of love with you. Instead you made me fall more and more. Ethan, will you be my boyfriend?" Ethan nodded enthusiastically. "yes!" he said, pecking Tyler's cheek.
-three years later-
Ethan sat on the couch humming a song while writing in his diary. "Babe! I'm home!" He looked up smiling at his boyfriend. "Welcome home Tyler!"
They had been dating for more than three years. Ethan lived with Tyler in his cosy house at the edge of the forest so Ethan wouldn't be bothered with his parents anymore. In these years Tyler had made a reputation by winning fighting matches and more, so no one dared to mess with him or his blue haired boyfriend.
"What's that?" Ethan questioned, pointing at a small notebook in Tyler's hand. It was identical to his. "You'll see," Tyler winked and left the room, leaving his boyfriend confused behind. Suddenly the book in his hand got hot and he pulled back his hand. "Ow..." He carefully opened to book, surprised to see something in it he had never written.
Today I'm going to propose to my boyfriend
T.S
Ethan felt tears well up in his eyes. He covered his hand with his mouth. "Is this what I think it is..?"
"Ethan, can you come outside?" Ethan, still not recovered, shouted back he would come. Outside it was dark, but the forest was clearly visible because of the millions stars and the moon. It was beautiful. Tyler quickly kissed him and fell down on one knee. "Ethan Nestor, I have been in love with you since the moment I laid my eyes upon you. And every time I see you, hear you talk, or just am around you I can feel myself fall more and more for you. And want to experience this for the rest of our lives. Ethan, will you be my husband?" Ethan fell on his knees too and hugged him closely. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes!"
A/N: Well this was shitty. I did like writing the ending tho.
Happy new year fellow trash. It's almost 23.00 or 11 pm at mine, but I guess for some of you it's already 2017. May next year be as memeingfull and punny. *raises non-excisting glass* May our ships sail.