In Love with a Lunatic (joshler)

15. Date

Friday
February 21

Walking into the cafe, Josh spots Dallon already at the table, his phone flat on the table as he scrolls through it. Glancing over the room, he sighs lightly as he doesn't see Tyler. He hasn't seen him all day and hasn't gotten a response to any of his text messages.

"Hey."

Dallon looks up from his phone as Josh sits across from him, "Hey, man."

"Have you seen Tyler today?"

"Yeah, he's here with Jenna. They got here early this morning."

"Practice?"

"I don't know," Dallon shakes his head, looking back down at his phone. "I saw them before we went on the ice, but I haven't seen them since."

The man nods as he pulls his water bottle out of his bag before setting his bag on the chair beside him. Licking his lips, he looks at his teammate again, "Dal, can I ask you something?"

"What's up?"

"It's about Tyler."

Dallon looks up at that, his phone immediately being forgotten, "What happened? Is he okay?"

"I don't think so," Josh mutters. "He's been drinking lately. A lot. And, honestly, it's starting to really worry me. It was bad on Christmas."

"Shit," Dallon whispers more to himself than Josh.

Josh shakes his head, instantly knowing this isn't the first time, "He's relapsing, isn't he?"

Dallon nods slightly, "Fuck. Is it...it's only drinking?"

"As far as I know," Josh gulps. "Is there something else I should look out for?"

"Just...try not to leave him alone. Please, Josh, okay?"

Josh remains quiet, wanting to know what Dallon means. He jumps lightly as arms wrap around his shoulders, and a kiss is pressed to his cheek. He smiles at his boyfriend, "Hey. I've been looking for you."

"Sorry. Both the rinks were occupied so Jenna and I were in the dance studio."

"There's a dance studio here?"

Tyler shrugs, "They call it one. It's a tiny room with a giant mirror on one wall, but I don't recommend more than maybe five people in there at a time unless you want to be claustrophobic as fuck."

"You practiced your dance there?"

"Kinda. We moved to the hallway for more space, but people kept walking through so we'd have to stop every five minutes. Either way," Tyler sighs, sitting in Josh's lap, "it sucked so we're moving to the East rink as soon as it's cleared."

Josh wraps his arms around the brunette's waist, his hand sliding partially up his shirt. Tyler smiles softly at him, "What's up, Mr. Dun?"

The man grins, "We still on for tonight?"

"Of course. It's," Tyler pauses to peer at his watch before looking back at Josh, "two o'clock now. I'll leave here by five. It should give me enough time to get home and get dressed and I'll be there by seven."

"Perfect," Josh nods once before kissing the smaller man's lips.

"I'm gonna go," Tyler mutters against the hockey player's lips, only to giggle when he's pulled back in. He gasps suddenly as he feels a hand on the front of his leggings. He pulls away from the kiss, his face turning red as he gives Josh a warning look.

"Okay, now you can go," Josh whispers.

"Jerk. All you Lunatics are jerks," Tyler jokes, sliding off his boyfriend's lap.