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a/n: above is what Tyler is wearing C:

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It's three days after they moved in.
Due to the unexplainable abilities of the Joseph family, their home, cold and hot in different corners, was put together in no time. The boxes, the items, the candles and the gemstones, Samantha's spell books put into the shelves as well as her recipe book, and a book labeled 'INCASE.' Everything unfolded, placed exactly where it needs to be, exactly where it should be.

The three are in a circle in the living room, holding hands, Samantha does this every time they move so they can be protected from the coven they previously fled from. In order to not be found they must use their knowledge to its fullest and create barriers against those who seek their souls, to imprison them in hell for eternity. To be honest, it's not fair.

Tyler doesn't know what his hell is, neither does Katy, since she's only five, but Samantha does.

It was a year ago, in the coven, when Samantha stumbled across a conversation about using Katy as a sacrifice to heal the old coven leader. They explained how they'd chop Katy up, limb by limb, and feed her to the coven leader for thirteen days, by the end of it he should be young again, healthy again, the youth of such young human would have enough to make the coven leader powerful again and ready to start another 2000 year long journey of leading them all.

When Samantha found out she went manic, she tried to kill the coven leader and everyone that tried to touch Katy. This resulted in her being sent to hell for three days.

Tyler won't ever ask what Samantha had to go through for seventy two hours. But it was enough to make her cry for weeks, wake up from nightmares screaming and the coven nearly executed her for not getting better, they threatened to send her back if she didn't behave. She begged them to erase her memory, or kill her.

Tyler asked her one time, a couple months ago. She just smiled and said this.

"It was the worst thing that ever happened to me. But it's also not something I wish didn't happen. I just wish they didn't make me see it over and over, feel it over and over." She peeked in the rear view mirror, at Katy who was sleeping in the backseat. "I'll tell you one day. But not now, not until I feel safe."

That's why they escaped the coven, Katy was in danger and Samantha was about ready to rip everyone's heads off. However, Tyler made the big mistake to grab their most prized spellbook. It consisted of all kinds of dangerous spells that were forbidden centuries ago, too powerful for one person to have. You could wipe out cities with just a few words and blood, quite frankly, it was more dangerous in their previous coven.

They used the book whenever they moved, to cast barriers around them, with deep wounds in their hands and the flaming thirteen candles surrounding them. Tyler always recited the spells, since he was most fluent in Latin, and since Katy was too young and Samantha was in too much distress to try.

"ab intra, (from within)
resurgam (I shall arise)
propria manu (by ones hand)
capax infiniti (holding the infinite)
citius, altius, fortius (faster, higher, stronger)
ex animo (from the soul)
ex luna scientia (from the moon, knowledge)
ex scientia tridens (from knowledge, sea power)
ex undis (from the waves of the sea)
dona nobis pacem (give us peace)."

Their wounds sealed, a gust of wind blew into the home, wiping out the flames as the house began to shake, Katy started crying again. She did every time they practiced this, Samantha just closed her eyes. Tylers eyes went black, burned with heat, little flowers began growing out of his hair, his fingernails began growing, bruising around his wrists formed quickly, but he didn't dare let go, he knew the price that came with casting these spells, good or bad Tyler could take it.

"faciam quodlibet quod necesse est (I'll do whatever it takes)."

Then, the wind stopped, Tylers eyes went brownish green again, his fingernails were long, there was the most purple bruises around his wrist, smiling, he proceeded to believe it was over.

That's how their morning started.

The afternoon was hot, it was annoying, Tyler had been the only one not handling it so well.

"Momma!" Tyler yells, putting tape against the doorways and where the wall meets the floor, as well as placing plastic across the aging wood beneath his delicate feet, to avoid getting paint on them. He wipes the sweat across his forehead, groans as he finds himself sweating more. "Momma! The fan don't work!"

He doesn't get a response, which annoys him to say the least, he's already pissed off he's got flower petals growing on his damn head again. They're getting bigger too, covering his eyes making him annoyed but he doesn't dare rip them off. Doing so would just make it worse, so he carefully climbs off his ladder, fleeing from the overheated room quickly making his way to the living room.

Tyler is the only one that is able to glide through the air, levitate when casting spells, run on the walls (as creepy as that sounds) and fucking giggle when he does it. It's immature, dangerous, and he really really shouldn't be using his powers any chance he gets since his mother believed it 'made his life easier' when it really didn't, it just made it more bearable and fun, better to tolerate if he was being honest. If Tyler didn't have these damn abilities, if he didn't have witch blood, the good and bads of being a powerful garden witch, if Tyler was simply a normal boy with normal taste and normal wants and needs he'd probably hate himself.

He glides down, his little delicate feet touch the cold floor of the pink kitchen .

His dainty fingers are tapping Samantha's shoulder, then he's leaning against the counter while he admires the watermelon and peaches she's putting in a bowl.

"Whatcha doin?" He asks, lifts himself against the cold counter, she hated when Tyler day on furniture that wasn't meant to be sat on. She claims it should be illegal, and it's gross, for some reason.

"Some fruit for some guests coming over. They're gonna help put together the house! How kind, huh?"

Tyler smiles, but then frowns, assuming it's just adults.

"The pink paint is by the doorway, if you want they can help paint it with you." Sam notices his change, the petals on his hair aging and turning brown and wrinkly. "I'm sorry we're always moving Ty. This one is going to be permanent for a while. Don't worry okay?"

He gets off the counter. "Kay, I believe you."

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Josh is laying on the couch, his legs swung over the arm rest as he sweats, wearing a pair of shorts and he's itching to take off his shirt since the heat is fucking unbearable at this point.

It reminds him of summer when he was a child, when his family wasn't broken apart, moments where people cared about each other and not about money or where were you last night? Summer, where it just makes sense to go outside and lay beneath the sun, to soak up the stars in your eyes, let the moon sink into your head and the sun fall onto the tip of your tongue, sweetly. It's comforting, the warmth, Josh feels safe when it's summer.

School wasn't exactly, it never was, the best option for a place to spent a majority of his life at. Josh wishes he could be homeschooled, but there's still that undeniable truth his mother will preach every time Josh cried about school.

"It'll just make your social anxiety worse, Josh, I don't want that to happen to my sweet boy."

She was right, Josh's anxiety got better for some reason by attending school. Without even talking to people, his anxiety got better, just being surrounded by a bunch of teenagers made josh feel like he was apart of something for once.

That's besides the point, school is ass and he just wants to enjoy these few months in the heat.

"Elis! I'm fucking dying!" He calls out, rolls over onto the floor, groans when he lands on the remote.

"The air conditioning is ass, you know that Josh." He hears Elis yell from the kitchen. She makes an appearance once she hears josh rolling around the carpet in despair. "Josh, stop acting like you're having a heat stroke. Why don't you go outside? Don't you have friends to be with?"

Josh glares at her, snaking his body back onto the couch with a fake little pout.

"Ya know I ain't got no friends." He says, with a look that makes it seem he's pretending to be sad, but he really is. "Everyone's scared a'me Elis. And before you say it, Nancy isn't my friend, she just wants to suck my dick and brag about it to all her friends like I'm some level up from Brad-"

"Joshua!" Elis scolds, sets the glass of lemonade she was sipping to avoid the heart stroke josh was pretending to have.

"What about that new boy?"

Josh is up in seconds, nearly resurrected as he sits himself up properly and glared at his auntie suspiciously, because she couldn't have known his had met Tyler, and maybe possible has been thinking about him nonstop for three days. She also couldn't know Josh may have plotted a whole summer plan on how to slowly become Tylers best friend over time, that wasn't creepy right?

"How do you know-"

"Talked to his mom, Samantha, turns out she does lotsa art too. She invited Marie and I to her house for lunch this afternoon. We might help repaint a bedroom pink. You don't have to come but if you'd l-"

"No! I'll go!" Josh gets up, runs to his bedroom and immediately takes off his clothes, contributing to the wide pile of clothes on the floor. Deciding to keep it casual with a simple pair of blue jeans, his white T-shirt tucked loosely into it. His curls don't seem to cooperate so much when he attempts something different, so he groans and lets it do what ever the fuck it wants.

The three knock at his door speaks. "Be ready in ten, Marie and I are gonna wait for ya in the car!"

Josh pockets his phone, puts on cologne and deodorant and his nicest shoes (that were dirty and really not that nice at all).

"Okay." In the mirror he looks nervous. "Don't fuck this up, don't be weird. Just breathe. He only has zero flaws and the most perfect face you've ever seen and talks like an angel."

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It's even hotter when they arrive.

Josh's heart just doesn't want to stop beating so hard, maybe it is a heat stroke, or maybe it's the fact Josh is about to meet Tyler all over again. He's going to have to forcefully interact with him without fucking it up, and he has to avoid being the scary kid everyone seems to label josh as. Josh must, he has to, avoid everything bad about him, every rumor about him, every moment people said oh the kid with the dying mother! he probably has issues. Or whenever he's in the store and some old man grabs him by the shoulder, tightly and the say your father is brave for serving, he is a good man. When in reality nothing is good, and Josh, he really doesn't have issues at all. Just like everybody else Josh wants to just live.

But he's alone, that always bothers him, it's always in the back of his head when he tries to make friends. He's alone and no one wants him there, how will tyler react knowing josh is jus a kid with a sick mother and gay aunts and a dad who's not as good as he seems, hes aggressive sometimes and he can't control it, he's helpless and weak and everything he doesn't want to be, he is.

They're already inside, before Josh begins to settle and his mind pushes the big red button of panic. Because shit he really didn't think this through and just dived right in before looking at the consequences. Samantha is hugging him, he feels cold again.

"Joshua! These are your parents?"

"How do you know Josh?" Marie chimes in, but is looking around the house with her arms over her chest.

"He helped me on Saturday, was struggling with some boxes and he offered to help." She smiles at Josh and cups his cheek. "Sweet boy you are Josh."

Josh smiles, his eyes turn to the hallway behind Samantha, where Katy stands staring. She has a doll in her arms and a peach in the other.

"Katy come say hi! Staring is rude."

Josh blanks a bit, he steps aside admiring how put together the house was compared to three days ago when it was completely empty. Josh notices there's so many candles, but not the scented ones, he also notices the dog is following him everywhere he goes.
The dog keeps jumping on Josh, licking his face and wagging its tail, which confuses him considering he was barking nonstop the moment Josh's pinky toe was in the house.

"Good boy." He lets him, ruffles his ears and the dog jumps up and down. "You're so hyper!"

"Hey Josh?" Samantha calls, a tray of lemonade in her hand. "Would you like some lemonade?"

Josh nods, it's uneasy, the way she watches him hold the glass and waits until he takes a sip. It's uncomfortable, like she needed him to do it, her eyes said something Josh couldn't make out really.

"Would you mind taking one up to tyler? He's been painting his room all day, boy is probably dying from the heat... I know I am."

"Of course, it's no problem."
Actually it is a problem because Tyler is quite literally the number one thing right now to send him over the edge and actually have a damn stroke.

Every step up the creaking stairs, every breath he takes towards the enchanted aura that belongs to Tyler, his beautiful presence that makes josh's heart stop and everything in the world freeze. Just a simple look could put Josh elsewhere, let his mind travel to places he didn't even know about.

Every step against the chipping wood beneath his converse made chills run up his spine, he suddenly grows self conscious about his posture, how he's holding the drinks, his footing, the way he's already sweating so fucking much it's annoying. Before he even knows it, Josh is at the doorway, his hands shaking almost.

You know what's crazy? Josh's whole life feels like it's been leading up to something great, and maybe this is what it is. Because he gets this feeling in his chest that is euphoric, it's intolerable how good it feels, it shouldn't feel this good. Looking at a boy shouldn't make josh feel this way, Josh shouldn't feel this attraction, this pull towards the boy. A boy shouldn't obtain that much beauty, that much joy and liveliness in the way he just is.

Also, did he have to wear that? Did he have to look that good, that much better than any girl josh had ever laid his eyes on. Tyler isn't aware of his presence, which makes it even harder to open his damn mouth and say something, anything at all. So he just stands there like an idiot, two glasses of lemonade in his hand began shaking.

Josh is about to say something, probably something stupid. Deciding that just opening his mouth would fix it. He's about to say something simple, maybe hello or ask tyler if he wants lemonade, maybe explain he's not a pervert he's just a nervous wreck.

But then Tyler does something unexplainable, some shocking and vile that you only see in horror films, something that has his eyes widening, his face going cold.

Tyler has stepped off the top step of the wooden ladder, instead of falling off, instead of gravity pulling him into the ground, he floated. All while continuing to paint and hum like everything was just fine.

There's a loud gasp, the two lemonades fall out of his sweaty cold hands, the glass breaks, flies everywhere. It wets his shoes and pants.

When Tyler turns around it's quick, he falls onto the floor and on his butt, the paint brush is gripped tightly in his hand. There's this look on his face like he's been caught, afraid, terrified.

They stare, it's obvious Josh is literally scared shitless of Tyler, who's shaking on the floor.

He decides to say something, but Tyler beats him to it.

"I-"

"Nunc somnum."

Joshs eyes roll to the back of his head, then his body falls backwards onto his back, lifeless almost, while Tyler scrambles to his feet and runs over to him, leans over his body and holds his face in his soft hands.

"Why did you have to see that?"

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In the dream, he's in a house.
Josh cants speak, but he can feel and hear things surrounding him. There's occasional footsteps in the rooms next to him and above him. However he's alone.

Examining the room, there are three beds, there are shelves and candles that aren't lit. There's a single window, but it's up so high that it does look reachable.

Suddenly the door is opened, it's Tyler, who's frantic as he slams the door shut and runs to one of the beds. It's like Josh is invisible because Tyler walks right through him. Tyler has a large book in his hands, he's flipping through it frantically.

The door opens again and in comes Samantha and Katy, Samantha's bleeding from her forehead and Katy's crying so loud the room is shaking and the candles light up. Tyler starts ripping out pages, three exactly, then he's up and grabbing a candle, burning the page.

"Tyler! Help me with the damn door!" Samantha says, pushing her body against it, Josh assumes someone is on the other side. "Hurry!"

That's when Josh notices Tylers eyes are jet black, completely, and he's reciting something josh can't make out, he has his fingers pointing at the door, they look strained.

The room rumbles, Josh can feel something coming from beneath his feet. The floorboard cracks, snaps and splits open wide leaving splinters of wood fly. Tree roots begin swarming out and barricading the door. Samantha begins pulling one of the beds towards the high window josh had noticed earlier, she grabs a candle and breaks it, pulls Katy, who's screaming at the top of her lungs from fear, up to climb out.
"Tyler! Hurry!" Samantha calls and extends her arm to Tyler.
The roots begin to overflow the room, they're swarming every inch of the walls and some parts are on fire due to the lit candles, Tyler doesn't stop. He continues to force the roots to protect them.

"Tyler! That's enough! Please hurry."

He snaps himself out of it, then he's scrambling to her. Josh can hear shouts from outside the bedroom. It's hot, the fire is spreading. Before he knows it they're all gone out the window.

Josh's eyes open, he gasps, jolting up his head nearly collides with Samantha's. There's a washcloth on his lap that fell from his head, damp.

"Honey? You okay?"

He looks around the room, he's not in that bedroom anymore. Josh is in their living room, where it smells of dried up lemonade and lavender.

Looking around he notices Katy asleep on the other couch, and Tyler, who's biting his nails, watching him from the doorway.

"Josh you passed out." Samantha chuckled. "Marie and Elis went into town to get you some medicine. They said this used to happen when you were a kid, are you feeling okay?"

"I..." Josh only remembers Tyler floating. His throat dries up. "I... water?"

"Yes of course!" Samantha gets up quickly to the kitchen.

It's silent, Josh is afraid of his dream, he doesn't understand it very much. He just knows deep down in his stomach that these people aren't regular people. Josh is looking down at his lap, but he knows Tyler is looking at him, he hears the floor break as Tyler shyly walks over and sits on the end of the couch he's on.

"Josh." His sweet fucking voice. "A-are you okay?"

Gripping the end of a pillow tightly, he nods.

"Can you look at me?" Tyler whispers, it leaves the hair on his arm standing up.

He looks at him. Tyler is smiling, very sweetly, like a little kid would. But he can tell he's nervous, Josh can tell when anyone is nervous.

"Look, Josh, what you saw wasn't rea-"

"I'm not going..." Clears his throat, and whispers at the same volume as Tyler does. "I won't t-tell."
His voice cracks, since he's scared.

Tyler touches his leg, it's enough to make josh dizzy again, it's enough for Josh to be the blushy mess he was three days ago, it's enough to have him choke up.

Tyler looks at Josh, his eyes, into them. It makes Josh blush. For some reason Tyler hasn't erased Josh's memory yet. He usually has to, but there's something telling him he shouldn't. That Josh is just the type of person he can trust.

"I know you won't tell." Tyler giggles, the sound makes josh want to cry. "If you tell I'm going to just have to tell everyone you're a pervert."

"Shut up." Josh rolls his eyes, why does this feel normal? This shouldn't feel normal. "I don't, I don't understand though."

"I know." Tyler grabs the wash cloth off of josh's lap, and his fingers brush against his thigh, it makes Josh want to scream. Tyler shouldn't be able to affect him like that. It's simply not fair that josh wants to just kiss him this much. "I'm sorry."

Tyler, who's probably oblivious to the fact Josh's self control is being guarded by a fucking twig, thinks it's okay to get up and just sit right in josh's lap like he's fucking Santa Claus. Then, with a smile, pushes josh's curls back and wipes the sweat off his forehead. It doesn't even help that Tyler is wearing that. Josh is shaking, praying to not pop a boner because he really doesn't want to scare Tyler.

"Are you scared of me josh?"

Josh looks up at Tyler, his eyes are watering, the saddest and cutest look on his face is basically a hand squeezing his heart.

"No! No.. I-I'm not scared." Josh doesn't know what to do with his hands, but he puts one on Tylers knee.
"Really, I'm not scared. This is absolutely the craziest shit that's ever happened to me, but why would I be scared?"

Tyler giggles again, and wipes his tears away, Josh moves his hand, but Tyler grabs it and squeezes.

"I don't know you at all." He whispers. "But I know I can trust you."

Josh thinks so too.

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im going to impulsively update a few more within the next few days because writing this lil story is my crack