"Bet you twenty he won't date him for two weeks"
"Bet you thirty he'll date him for three."
Brendon shot Pete a glare at his dare being upped, and Tyler couldn't help but laugh as a red-faced Jake looked at them.
"Tyler, why are you laughing? They literally want me to fake date you?" Jake asked the taller boy, his face close to matching the red in his hair. He wasn't sure he had masked his anxiety about the thought until he heard Tyler laughing lowly again.
"I don't mind. It'd be funny. Come on, it'd be just like those Buzzfeed videos!" Tyler exclaimed. Jake watched with faint amusement at how child-like he seemed. It managed to slightly untie the knots in his gut.
"Alright fine." Jake grumbled. He couldn't help the chill of excitement that ran its way down his spine at the thought of being, even if fake, dating Tyler. Tyler stepped over, pulling his arm around Jake's shoulders and leaning down to kiss his head.
Fuck, what had he gotten himself into?
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"Oh, Jakey.~" Tyler cooed from the back room. Jake had been forcing himself to work more with drumming to try and not be stuck in close proximity with his crush. He realized a day in that he may have to get shit-faced drunk to be able to stay so close to him. Even whenever they were in the private of Jake and Tyler's shared apartment, Tyler kept his role of boyfriend instead of falling into the normal role of roommate.
At least whenever they had simply been best friends and roommates, before the stupid dare, he could face Tyler. He remembered that they had held each other through bad times. If Tyler had a nightmare, or Jake, they would hold each other. Tyler would sometimes sing Jake to sleep, if he asked. Jake would put on Tyler's favourite show and they would fall asleep to it.
Those were different. He knew they were strictly platonic- now, the affection that Tyler showed was making his heart question what his mind truly knew, and his mind was slowly falling victim to it, too.
"What is it, Ty?" he called as he took a break, sighing. The beat of the drums was a rhythm that calmed him, soothed him. He took note, briefly, that the only other beat that could keep him this calm was Tyler's heartbeat.
"I'm lonely! Come be domestic with me and let's watch something!"
There was a brief pause before Jake sighed, defeated, and got up to walk to the other room. "What are you wanting to watch, Ty?" he asked, yawning behind his hand. His adrenaline had been pumping when he was in the zone, and he only now noticed just how exhausted he truly was.
"I don't care, whatever you want to watch." Tyler hummed out. Jake's heart skipped a beat when he focused on the other boy. He was wearing one of Jake's larger hoodies, his hands hidden in the sleeves, and a pair of black gym shorts.
"Tyler, you can't tell me that you want to watch something and not even have an idea at all. What the fuck." he stated, clearly faking annoyance as he walked over to the bed and dropped onto it. He shifted around, going to put his legs under the covers before Tyler's voice cut him off.
"Ah-ah, not on the bed until you get a shower."
"Tyler, this is my bed."
"It's our bed."
"Tyler."
"Jake." Tyler shot back just as quickly, and smiled in victory as Jake scowled, getting back up. He walked to his dresser, grabbing out a pair of boxers, sweatpants, and he hesitated for a moment before grabbing a t-shirt. He yawned behind his hand once again, but stepped out to head towards the shower.
