Pretty Boy ☆ Joshler

three

Brendon pulled into the driveway of the Dun household, turning down the radio and then shutting off his car. Josh hopped out and led him to the front door that he unlocked with the key in his pocket. They stepped inside and Josh's mom paused in her cooking to greet the boys.

"Hey mom."

"Hey Momma Dun," Brendon greeted cheerfully. Ms. Dun grinned at the guest. She knew it wouldn't be long before Josh came home with a friend, especially his best friend.

"Hey there Brendon," She returned to fixing dinner.

"Mom can Beebo spend the night?"

"Is it okay with Beebo's parents?"

Brendon ran his fingers through his hair, a habit, "I'm pretty sure..."

"Ha of course you can, honey." Ms. Dun smiled over her shoulder. "Don't stay up too late though. School in the morning, no buts."

Josh could've argued but it wouldn't change anything. He grabbed Brendon's arm and led him upstairs to his bedroom. They sat side by side on the edge of the bed, Josh taking a moment to recharge from his first day and Brendon studying the new posters on the wall.

"Where are your drums?" Brendon walked to the space where the instruments used to be, now replaced with a gray bean bag chair.

"My mom finally got tired of the noise so we moved them to the basement. There's more space down there to play anyway." Josh pushed his backpack off the bed and layed back, stretching his whole body.

"Dude the noise you just made was not PG," Brendon had moved on to snooping through the objects on Josh's dresser.

"I'm unintentionally sexy."

"You're also unintentionally dumb. Hey what are you going to do with this dye?" Brendon lifted the small bottle of red liquid labeled 'extreme cherry'.

"What do you think?"

"Well what are you waiting for? You've had this faded blueish-blond look for like three years."

"More like three months. Are you going to dye it for me?"

"MmmmrrrrrRRmm... I-"

"Yeah you are thanks buddy." Josh sat up and went to the bathroom, Brendon reluctantly following with the dye.

It took ten minutes to apply the messy substance to Josh's hair and Brendon ruined his shirt in the process. However, he had the notion that red would look awesome on his friend and if he was right, his shirt didn't matter.

Now the boys were simply waiting for the dye to do its job, Josh sitting back on his bed and Brendon resting in the bean bag. He was rambling on about getting a haircut which then led to him trying to decide on getting a quiff or not. He wanted an opinion other than his own but Josh wasn't listening.

He had completely zoned out and almost forgotten to breathe as he stared into deep brown eyes. Innocently scrolling through tumblr, he'd stopped on the blog of a local fashion company that was just starting out. They'd previously needed a model for their clothing and apparently found one because there Tyler was, looking peaceful in a bright pastel blue crew neck.

Josh was in awe, letting himself be wowed by a simple picture of the real deal. He didn't realize he'd been day dreaming until he was ripped back into reality by Brendon's irritated voice. "Josh? Are you even listening to me?"

"Huh? B-den I told you already. You'd look good with any hairstyle so do what you want. Just. Not a bowl cut." Josh had no idea how Brendon kept his head on straight, maintained an A-B average and also managed to look incredible every day. Sometimes Josh struggled to put on a t-shirt and sweatpants in the mornings.

Brendon winced at the image of his school pictures from two years ago. "What are you looking at over there?"

Josh quickly tapped out of the app and opened a random game, pretending to focus on getting a small bit of pixels safely across the street. "Nothing important."

"I saw you tap out from all the way over here. Whatever. Come on let's get the dye out now."

Josh nodded and followed his friend to the bathroom again. A few more red stains were made on multiple surfaces and were not coming out any time soon. Despite turning the sink into a murder scene, Brendon decided it was all worth it as he took in Josh's change in appearance.

"Are you checking me out?"

Brendon shrugged, "You would check you out too if you saw you."

"Can you not talk like that please?"

"Just look." Josh was forcibly turned to the mirror to face the new and bright coloring in his fluffy hair. He almost jumped at the sight of himself before giving a half smile, half grimace and covering his face with his hands. "Oh... I dunno if I like it."

"Dude." Brendon removed Josh's hands from over his eyes, "You look great. Hot even. I promise you don't look weird."

"Alright. But what about my mom. What does she think."

"Uhm-"

"Mom!!" Josh grabbed a towel and hurried to stand at the top of the stairs, waiting until his mom rounded the corner to reveal his hair. Her eyes widened and then her face softened to a grin. "You look nice, Josh. But, you couldn't have picked a color just a little softer?"

"Go big or go home they say." The change would take a little getting used to but he liked it.

The boys ate dinner then spent the rest of the night watching watching The X Files, despite Brendon's protests. Josh was about to fall asleep but his friends voice cut through the silence.

"Who's Tyler Joseph?" Josh suddenly wasn't tired anymore at the mention of his crush's name. He propped himself up on his elbows to see Brendon going through the pictures on his laptop. A large shot of Tyler posing for an underground magazine was taking up most of the screen.

"How do you not know who Tyler Joseph is?"

"How are you so far up Tyler Joseph's ass?" Brendon scrolled through over a hundred pictures of the same person, all labeled something like 'tyler on XX mag' or 'TYLER'S EYES OMGGG'. Josh scoffed and tried to take the laptop from his annoying friend.

"I am not up his ass..."

Brendon held the device out of reach and pointed to a random picture of the model. "You're so far up there, I can actually see a little bit of your hair poking out of his mouth."

Josh finally managed to take his laptop back and closed it up, tossing it to his bean bag a few feet away.

"Dude you're like, obsessed. I'm genuinely worried..." Brendon put on a look of concern, "For Tyler. If he lived in the same state as us, it would be impossible for him to get away from you."

Josh rolled his eyes so hard, he was sure they went back into his skull. His sigh turned into a yawn and he layed down again, pulling his comforter up to his shoulders. "I'm going to sleep. You should too." Brendon probably kept blabbing about his 'obsession' but Josh couldn't hear and he quickly nodded off, Tyler's bright eyes still haunting his brain.