wait// joshler

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i knock on his door. there's so much i want to tell him when he answers it. but all that falls out of my mouth is.

"you look nice."

it's atrocious, the way i look at him.

he looks down. 

"it's just a fight club t-shirt and jeans, tyler," he replies nonchalantly.

"we buy things we don't need. with money we don't have. to impress people we don't like," i read off his shirt. 

"yeah," he sounds... tired now.

"that's smar-."

"tyler what do you need?"

"i wanted to apologize."

"okay."

"i'm sorry i got angry. i have a lot going on."

"you always do."

"i know and i'm sorry."

"why would you expect me to know your middle name? i don't even take attendance sheets. you always did in the class we had together."

"i don't know, okay?"

"tyler," he sounds angry.

"i'm fucked up. i except too much or too little. people run over me like i don't fucking exist and you know what. i'm sorry, okay? i'm fucking sorry."

he stands back a little. 

and i realize what i just did.

"j-joshua- i didn't mean to. i didn't mean to yell at you."

his hands are shaking and every part of me wants to grab him. but i don't.

"i... i think it's better if you leave."

"joshua. please."

"please leave."

a/n: i have the hiccups ew

also i'm so sorry i forgot to update yesterday 

not that i think anyone noticed