He stared around the house. It was big. Too big, in some ways. He could hear Josh in the other room, humming some new Paramore song. He should be unpacking, like Josh was, but instead he was sinking into the bed of the master bedroom. How did time change everything so quickly? What was the magical moment that changed everything? Would it last?
He looked around the room. There was nothing up yet. Nothing to suggest that this home was his. Nothing to suggest Josh would be crashing on the couch. Or that he'd be sitting down in the basement, working on new music with him. The basement still needed to be remodeled to a studio, but that could wait. It all could wait.
He got up, wandering back through the house until he found Josh, sitting on a barstool in the kitchen. He stared down at a photograph, a small grin on his face. Tyler paused for a moment, just letting the moment wash over him... Letting Josh wash over him. What had he done to deserve him? Any of this?
He took a step towards Josh, the floorboards creaking under his feet giving his presence away. Josh glanced up, that grin still there. He tilted the photo towards him, and he could finally see what it was - The last tour photo with Michael, all their fans in the background. Tyler smiled too. He remembered how happy they were that day. How much fun the show had been, and their afterparty to celebrate Michael's retirement... It had been perfect.
Josh stood then, grabbing Tyler's hand and silently leading him outside. "Where are we going?" Tyler asked.
"Just, follow me," Josh sighed. Tyler could tell from his demeanor that he wasn't frustrated, though. In fact, he seemed perfectly at peace. Happy. Yes, they were happy. Even with everything going on, they were happy.
Josh stopped suddenly, and Tyler looked around. He hadn't even realized that Josh had led him out past the rest of the houses, to a small wooded area. Before he could even ask where they were, Josh was on the ground, hands behind his head.
Tyler glanced around, marveling at the tiny clearing that Josh had found. Shrugging, Tyler slowly got down besides Josh, placing his hands on his chest and staring up into the trees canopy, and the blue sky beyond. The clearing wasn't exactly maintained, and the weeds rustled around them, pressing softly into their backs.
They laid in the silence, just existing in this moment. There was still so much to do. Finish unpacking, remodel the basement, and then pitch the new record idea to Fueled by Ramen... but for today, for this moment, they could rest. Tyler glanced at Josh, taking in his side profile, his hair - just beginning to curl again, and the bleached blond fading out. He liked it, Josh's natural hair. He liked it dyed, of course he did - but his natural hair... It suited him, somehow.
He smiled to himself, he couldn't help it. Something stirred in his stomach, a feeling he didn't recognize. A sense of ease fell over him. It was always like this with Josh. He just always made him feel... right.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Tyler started, Josh's question surprising him. He was still looking up at the sky, the trees swaying softly in the breeze. Had he seen him looking at him? Had he seen the smile? Had he seen the way his face had opened up to show such vulnerability. Had he seen the way he looked at Josh, the way a person looks when they are...392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbTjwIRLYhf
He quickly looked back up to the sky. "Yes," Tyler said softly. "It is."392Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9FeEzWVtIb
