This story was inspired by 21nutellaaStars story Baby Blue.
Go check it out, it's a dope story.

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Tyler didn't want to join the youth club, hell he didn't know that such thing existed. And yet he was, sitting at the back, his eyes darting around nervously while the man in the front was babbling something about respecting the surroundings.

Tyler tsked and rolled his eyes. The brunet was talking about respect for your surroundings while they sat in a literal crackhouse, the biggest shithole Tyler ever has seen. At least they had free food and that was what kept the boy in there. The moment he entered he was ready to jump out the freaking windows but the food caught his attention and Tyler avoided possible death. They were on the fifth floor after all.

Anyway, back on the whole respect thing. Tyler found it ironic since the facility they were in looked like someone had glued thirty chainsaws on their hands and feet and started grand jete-ing all over the place. It was the matter of time till the place started falling apart like a house of cards. The pain on the walls was starting to peel, which was a good thing. The beige colour was ugly as hell anyways. The floor was the same ugly beige colour but there were still specks of old paint on them. Tyler feared to look at the ceiling afraid that it's gonna collapse on him. The pale blue paint was peeling, deep visible cracks had started to form on the surface. Tyler swore to god that a few minutes ago the ceiling had fewer cracks in it than it had now.

Tyler shuddered at his sudden thought. The cracks resembled a spider web. Tyler wasn't a big fan of spiders, actually, he wasn't a fan of the at all. If he could, he would put all those creepy crawling fuckers into a box, set it on fire and launch them into space where they couldn't hurt anyone. Tyler let out a silent whimper sensing dust fall on his skin, he looked up and regretted his decision. A bunch of small particles swayed in the air and landed right in Tyler's eyes. The boy jumped from his seat, the squeaky chair let out a screech as it slid across the floor making everyone at the front turn their eyes at him. And everyone meant the youth counsellor and four crusty dusty musty teens. The whole place was crusty dusty musty and it gave Tyler the jeepers. Ugh, dust and bacteria and hormones. Ew, teenagers.

"Ow, god... fucking... DAMNIT!" Tyler screeched as he rubbed his eyes vigorously, the rubbing only made the dust spread on his eyeball more

The man shot Tyler a disappointing look and closed the book he was reading making sure to separate the pages with a bookmark first. The dude was reading a bible. The freaking Bible. Even the thought of it made Tyler cringe. The brunet reached for the water cups blindly and ended up knocking a few over. He cursed under his breath again feeling something warm and mushy under his fingertips.

"Tyler..." the man called

The boy brought his hand up to his face without even thinking to wipe away the excess of dust. He froze, let out a long disappointed sigh and lowered his hand.

"Tyler." the man's voice was stern but calm

"What the fuck do you want?" Tyler sneered and turned around

The second his face was facing the audience, the brunet heard giggles and snorts coming from the front. The boy opened his scorching eyes and noticed chocolate on his fingers. He glanced back at the table where he had smashed a cupcake to death while he was reaching for the water. Obviously, now 2/3 of the delicious chocolate frosting was on his face and hands. He couldn't even lick it off because again, ew dust. Tyler wasn't a savage even though he looked like one, especially now with food dripping down his face. The death of the cupcake made Tyler sad, he was really looking forward to eating it.

"First of all, " the man rose a finger in the air "Language. Second of all, go wash up, you're interrupting-"

"Suck my ass old man." Tyler groaned

"What did I ever do to you?" the man lowered his head and let out a low chuckle

Tyler just rolled his eyes and grabbed a bunch of napkins. They weren't going to help to clean everything up but the boy didn't want to risk clogging up the sink. The last thing he wanted was to swim in shit.

Oh, god. The bathroom. The worst fucking thing in the whole building. The bathroom looked even older than his grandma and the bi- the woman was like two hundred years old. Tyler was reckless and all but not even he tossed the freaking toilet paper on the floor after using it! What kind of savages...

Tyler kicked the ball of toilet paper with his foot and let out a disgusted noise. The boy's lips curled up into a dissatisfied frown, a little bit more and Tyler's face would've gone into his skull and came out of his ass which would've been excruciatingly painful but not as painful as stepping in one of the dirty dirty stalls.

At least the water was decent, it didn't have a brown hue to it and smelled like normal water and not a public toilet. Tyler started scrubbing his hands. It was the worst fucking day of his life. First, he got kicked out of the store for stealing a packet of cigarettes. I mean, he was doing a world a favour by consuming the cancer so other people wouldn't have to. Second, he got chased down the street by a chihuahua that looked like it went through world war one and two and then got attacked by an eagle and lost. It was pretty embarrassing to run down the street screeching as an animal the size of a teacup scurred after him. Tyler didn't want to get rabies because he couldn't afford to go to the doctor. That's why he was stealing the cigarettes in the first place. There was no way that the boy could afford food, let alone a pack of smokes. If you really think about it, Tyler stole cigarettes instead of food and that says a lot about him.

Back to that whole chihuahua thing. After saving his ass from a pair of razor-sharp teeth, Tyler bumped into his old buddy pals. By buddy pals, I mean sworn enemies who wanted to rip Tyler's balls off and feed them to him because the boy owed them money. Tyler valued his balls very much so he would've rather ran like a little rat he was than get his most valuable possession taken away from him.

And so he ran. For about ten seconds before his stupid ass decided to ditch the streets and run into some random abandoned apartment complex. There was no way that his buddy pals were stupid enough to follow them into a building that was two huffs and puffs away from collapsing.

Turns out the building wasn't abandoned at all, just forgotten, in need of a renovation. Like, intense renovation. Tear-it-all-down-and-build-a-new-one kind of renovation. Tyler scurried upstairs, door numbers flashing before his eyes. He would've run to the top if not a big ol' yellow sign saying 'closed for renovation'. At that moment Tyler realized that he fucked up. The boy was shitting himself on the spot because his buddy pals were coming up the stairs to beat his ass to the next Thursday. Without hesitation, Tyler pushed the heavy door open without even reading the sign on it.

Springwater Youth Centre
A home from troubled and lonely youths

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