Poor Tyler (Platonic Joshler One Shot)

Poor Tyler

I squinted at the sunlight, trying to go back to sleep.

It was the third day of our Blurryface tour. And I was not looking forward to the meet and greet.

Don't get me wrong. I love my fans. But I was really stressed out, and frankly, I missed my wife.

Jenna could always cheer me up with soft kisses and hugs. It's what wives do. But I was too embarrassed to actually call her up and tell her how I felt.

Josh knocked on the door, and I groaned in response. "C'mon babe, it's time to get up."

I huffed and sat up. "Don't call me that, Josh. I'm married."

I could feel him grinning. "And?"

I smiled and told him to come in. He obeyed, obviously way more excited than I was.

"Josh Dun, what are you wearing?" His face fell. He picked at the loose dress he wore and frowned. "What, you don't like it?" I shrugged. The dress was cute, but it wasn't right for Josh. Plus, why would he be wearing a dress in the first place?

"I like it, but it doesn't suit you." He sighed and collapsed onto the bed. "I know."

There was a moment of silence, where my mind screeched at me and my chest tightened. Not to mention my screaming headache. "I don't want to go to the meet and greet today, Tyler."

I looked at him, now fully sitting up and staring at me. "What?"

He fiddled with the blanket on my bed. "I really don't want to go. I don't feel right today."

"What, are you sick?" The last thing I wanted to deal with right then was taking care of an ill Josh.

"No, not that. I just..." he trailed off, never finishing his sentence. I nodded. "I don't really feel like going, either. I'm having an-"

"Anxiety attack, I know." I looked at him. "How di-" "I can tell by now, Ty."

He rested his head on my shoulder. "Don't be upset, Tyler." I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to cry. Crying is not something that Tyler Joseph does.

"I miss Jenna," I said, voice shaking. He rubbed my back. "I know."

That was all it took. Crying was now something that Tyler Joseph did. I cried loud, I cried hard, and I cried into Josh's shirt.

His arms wrapped around me, and he pulled me into his lap. "Tyler. Hey, don't cry."

I managed to choke out, "I can't help it!"

He rested his forehead against mine. "Ty, it's okay. Shhh. It's going to be okay." I pulled away and wiped my tears away on my sleeve.

"Sorry." He shook his head. "Don't apologize for crying, Tyler." I let out a small bark of laughter and rested my head in the crook of his neck.

He cancelled the meet and greet and rescheduled it for the week after.

Of course, I was stupid enough to try and thank him by kissing him full on the lips.

I believe the conversation went a little bit like this:

Josh smiled at his scrawny bandmate.

"No need to worry your pretty little head, Tyler, I just cancelled the- mmph!"

Tyler was kissing him, as in pressing their lips together and holding his chin.
Josh pulled away and stared at him.

"Tyler, what was that?"

The boy's chest tightened. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't..." His lungs seemingly closed up, as he doubled over, unable to breathe, and crying for the second time that day.

Josh's eyes widened. "Oh, Ty." He rushed to his friend's side and coaxed him into breathing again.

I was really embarrassed. I mean, it's not like I'm GAY or anything, so kissing another guy was completely platonic to me. But I'd never kissed Josh before.

After I had calmed down for a while, he sat down slowly and looked at me. "Mind telling me what that was about?"

I buried my face in my hands. "I'm sorry." Josh placed his hand on my thigh. "Don't be. It's fine."

I chuckled dryly. "Well, it obviously made you uncomfortable, so I'm apologizing." He nodded.

"I didn't mind it that much, Tyler."

I looked up to see Josh's face just inches from mine. I froze. He seemed so much bigger than I at the moment, strong and determined, while I was weak and willing to do anything for forgiveness.

He pecked my lips, and I realized, hey, I kind of liked that. So I kissed him with my mouth open. He pushed away, laughing.

"Let's save that for another day. I just got used to this whole 'kissing' business." I nodded.

Somehow, we ended up watching our VMA'S performance on YouTube and just talking about random things.

"Sometimes I like to wear dresses, too."

Josh raised an eyebrow and paused the video. "Is that so?" I nodded. He jumped up. "Be right back."

He returned five minutes later, holding up a blue floral dress. "You want me to wear that?"

Josh shrugged. "It suits you."

I laughed and took the dress from him.

I fell asleep in that very dress. Josh slept with me, but not in a weird way. He was asexual, and I was married. It was just in case I had a panic attack during the night.

Which I did.

I woke up, covered in urine and sweat, unable to breath or think. I tried to wake Josh up, but I couldn't talk. He grumbled. "Tyler, it was just a bad dream."

"Josh.... h-help..." He sat up and stuttered. "Oh... okay. Um..."

He took my hand and looked at me intensely. "Tyler. Breathe. In, out. In, out. Very good." I took in slow breaths, like molasses, and slowly began to talk again. He got me a glass of water and asked me if I wanted to call Jenna.

"Josh, I think I'm too embarrassed to talk to her right now."

If you didn't understand what was happening, basically, I wet the bed and had a life threatening panic attack.

After I took a shower, had one of the maids change the sheets, and apologized profusely to Josh, I was exhausted.

But I had to talk to my wife.

The sheer horror of the whole situation had faded away, and now I just missed her.

"Tyler, it's 2:00 in the morning."

"I know. But I need you."

Silence for a moment.

"Baby, are you having an anxiety attack?"

My lip quivered.

"Can you please come here?"

"Oh, Ty. I'll leave tomorrow. Can you promise me to stick around with Josh until then?"

"Yeah."

"I love you, baby. Goodnight."

"Love you too."

Josh awkwardly shifted on his feet. "Do you want me to stay, or...?"

I clung onto one of his arms and rested my head on his chest. "I'm scared. Please don't go."

I woke up the next morning in a tight and welcoming embrace from and obviously confused and sleeping Josh.
I tried to get up, but his arms were really strong. So I just played there until he woke up. "I thought you were Debby." I laughed.

I spent the morning lazing around in my boxers, chatting with our sounds guy and Josh, and texting Jenna.

Their was a moment where Josh interlocked our fingers. Since there was nobody in the room to judge us, I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes. "Thanks Josh. For everything." He clicked his tongue. "Poor Tyler." I smiled and buried into his shirt.