Sry I had writers block for a good moment

"RYAN!" Tyler slammed open the door to the coffee shop where the boy works.

"Tyler, can we do this later. I still need to work my shift."

"Ryan. This is 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩."

"Really? 'Cause I couldn't tell by the way you distracted everyone from their morning coffee and most likely broke the door hinges. " Ryan joked. Quickly after, the people went back to their coffee and Tyler went up to the cashier.

"Black coffee, please. "

"I will never understand your taste in coffee."

Before Tyler went to his table in the corner, he whispered Ryan,

"I know why we have the scars."

Ryan stared as the boy went to his table. They had been trying to figure this out for a year now, and somehow, Tyler had finally gotten the answer. Ryan knew Tyler had dreams about their past, but none of them ever explained the fake injuries. Whenever Tyler mentioned the dreams, he explained them with such ease in made Ryan's stomach turn.

But Tyler had left Ryan wondering what he had found out. After the shift ended, Ryan tripped over his converse trying to run to Tyler.

"Okay, what happened?" Ryan sat down across from Tyler and tied his shoe.

Tyler took a deep breath, "So... I think we made the scars, ourselves."