save [joshler]

cry baby

Tyler's pov

"Y-you what?"

"Ty, shut up, alright? I just bumped into him."

I nodded and began walking off but he wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me back.

"Look, I just told him my name, okay? I didn't do anything."

"O-okay." I replied.

He rolled my eyes and angrily dropped my hand. "Stop being such a cry baby."

The tears that stung my eyes began overflowing, making him scoff.

"God Tyler." He mumbled, walking off.

I brushed off the tears and made my way to the bathroom. Shutting the door and sliding down it in one swift motion.

"Fuck." I cried into my hands. "Fuck." I hit my head and whispered a string of profanities.

He didn't do anything; why am I crying over this?

We don't know what he did; he's a liar. We can't believe him.

But-

God Tyler, stop being such a cry baby.

"Dude, your moms at the door." He said banging on the door.

My head shot up and I got off the floor, groaning as I wiped off the tears to make myself look presentable. I sigh and shook my head, leaving the bathroom.

"Mom! What're you doing here?" I smiled, engulfing her in a hug.

"I just wanted to see my lovely boys!" She said squeezing me.

"Well it's nice to see you, Kelly." Brendon said making his way from the kitchen; holding a beer bottle.

Great.

"Thank you, Brendon. It's nice to see you two so happy!" She gushed. Little did she know.

We all made our way to the couch and let the tv play in the background.

"So I hired a new cleaner," she spoke. "His name is Josh and his first day is tomorrow."

Tomorrow's Wednesday, maybe I could go meet him.

Do you really think Brendon would let you go?

"Oh that's cool! Maybe Ty could go meet him and show him around?" Brendon said, giving me a look.

What.

"Oh that'd be great! I wont be there, so it'd be a great help!" She smiled.

The.

"Yeah, you have nothing planned for tomorrow, right Ty?"

Fuck.

"N-no I have nothing planned." I muttered out.

"Oh, great! Thank you, love bug!" She squealed, pulling me into a hug.

Oh my god I'm gonna die tonight.

//

"Why the fuck did you say that?!" He yelled. "I totally gave you an out to say you had plans! Fucking holy shit how stupid are you Ty?!"

"I-I'm sorry, I can just not go, Bren."

"No! No it's too fucking late Tyler! She said she'll text the dude, obviously it's too late!" He bent over the table and placed his head in hands. He mumbled something before shooting up and throwing the half full beer bottle across the two rooms; almost hitting me.

I stood in fear, shaking lightly. I went to apologize but his phone rang in our bedroom. He scoffed and walked past me, shoulder checking me as he did.

He started talking, I could barely hear him but I know he's talking to my mom. His tone changes when he talks to her; so she doesn't get suspicious.

He's a master at tricking people; I would know.