bulletproof in black like a funeral

peter wentz what are you wearing

"And the home of the brave" Tyler dragged out the last note and gave a small smile to Josh from the court. Tonight was Tyler's last basketball game of his Junior year and tonight was senior night/the championships. He performed the Star-Spangled Banner and he would be starting in the game (per usual), so the clique came to watch.

"LET'S GO TYJO" Pete chanted from the top of his lungs, earning hateful stares from annoyed parents. Pete just laughed and continued to yell louder. He was wearing a fucking cheerleading outfit he had worn for Halloween one year just to fuck with Tyler and to embarrass his boyfriend. Patrick just blushed and tried to pretend like he didn't know Pete. Ryan and Brendon were holding up a sign that said "#3 on the court and #1 in our pants" That just flat out embarrassed Tyler and Brendon couldn't help but laugh his ass off every time Tyler looked at it and blushed Joe and Andy took turns shouting "Let's go Joseph!" followed but the other one vocalizing "Aooo-Oww!!" Needless to say, they were the loudest ones in the whole gym but Tyler wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Josh just smiled goofily the whole game as he watched Tyler. He looked so good in his uniform. The jersey was entirely too big for him and the v in the neckline hung down a little too far, revealing a lot of his bare chest. It was sleeveless, obviously, and showed his muscular arms that Josh had never appreciated before. In short, Tyler looked hot when he was all sweaty and out of breath. Josh couldn't stop thinking about the make out sessions they had had in the past week and how all he really wanted to do right now was kiss him and tell him how well he played. 

"He looks good doesn't he?" Pete said, startling him as Pete stood on his tip toes to wrap and arm around Josh.

"Not as good as you in that cheerleading outfit" Josh joked removing Pete's arm from his shoulder.

"No shit" Pete laughed. "But really though, why haven't you asked him out?" Josh peeled his eyes away from the court and frowned at him.

"What do you mean?" Josh said, suddenly serious.

"We all know you guys have been fucking or whatever every day for the past week when you claim you're 'working on your project' in your room. So I wanna know why you haven't asked him to be your boyfriend yet" Pete smiled and stepped up on the bench so he could be at Josh's eye level.

"We haven't had sex!" Josh defended and Pete just wiggled his eyebrows. "I don't know, what if he doesn't like me like that"

"Oh my fucking god Josh" Pete face palmed and looked at his friends. "He's doing it again you guys! He's doing it again" They all groaned and Josh just whimpered and avoided their eyes.

Brendon stepped down a bench to join them. "What's it about this time"

"He says Tyler doesn't like him like 'that'" Pete said putting emphasis on that. Josh did this a lot and his friends had to deal with it a lot. He always second guessed and doubted himself on things that weren't even worth worrying about. But they all knew it had to do with his anxiety so they didn't mind putting up with it. Whether it was Patrick or Joe or Ryan, they all took turn reassuring him.

Brendon grabbed his shoulder and shook him a little, making the SnapBack he was wearing fall off of his head. "Tyler Joseph fucking likes you and if you don't ask him out tonight I swear to God we will disown you" Pete nodded in agreement and Josh smiled shyly.

"Fine"

After the game the clique was waiting outside of the locker room for Tyler to come out. They had won, thanks to Tyler and Zack, and they were all planning on going out to dinner to celebrate.  Tyler walked out in his black skinny jeans and a Fall Out Boy shirt that he had gotten from their first gig a few weeks ago. His hair was still wet from the showers and clung to his forehead a little bit, but never the less he looked cute.