The Run and GØ [JOSHLER]

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[i have no idea where im going with this story or how many chapters are going to come, but i know that im already almost finished. shocking, huh? so yeah. enjoy this <3]

The next day, I wasn't feeling as great as ever. I remembered going to bed, and when I woke up, I had Josh's shirt on. Forgot I still had that, forgot taking it off, and... I forgot that I left my clothes there. I sighed again. So I took it off, "Maddi, come help me burn this shirt!" And at that perfect moment, the doorbell rang.

"Maybe later, gotta get the door!" She exclaimed back. I sighed, throwing the shirt in the bin for now. I opened the door to my closet and scanned it. So many clothes that I haven't worn in a week. I decided to pull on a black muscle tank and I pulled a floral kimono over that on. Fuck gender roles, kimono's are fucking punk rock.

"Tyler, there's a very pretty lady at the door! It's for you!" My mom called out. I sighed, dammit mom. "On my way!" I yelled back, walking down the stairs, - oh hell no.

"Jesus fucking christ." I mumbled, turning around to go back up stairs. "Tyler Robert Joseph, mind your language!" My mom yelled. "I don't fucking care, why is she here?" I turned around again, pointing my hand at her. "Please, Tyler, I want you to hear my side of the story." Debby shyly said. "I don't want to hear anything about Josh anymore!" I screamed. "Please, Tyler, please stop screaming." She said. My mom let her inside, closing the door behind her.

"Debby, I told you, I don't want to hear it anymore. How the fuck did you get here in the first place?" I sneered. "One more time, Tyler, watch your mouth." My mom warned. I shot her a glare, before telling Debby, "Come up to my room, that's a place where I can swear."

"That's special!" Zack yelled from the kitchen. "He never takes anyone up to his room! You must be a special little lady." "Get run over, Zack." I shot at him, nudging Debby and leading her to my room.

I shut the door behind us, inviting her to sit down. "Aren't you going to sit down?" She asked. "I'd rather not. With talks like this, I'd rather be able to pace around." I answered. I took a minute to take her in, haven't got the time to do that last time. She was wearing a tight black and white dress that reached her knees, and she had a black handbag with golden chains with her. Dressing fancy for a talk, aren't you? Her hair was ginger red, and her eyes were brown.

"I like your hair." I complimented. She smiled at that, "Thank you. I'm planning on dyeing it white soon." She answered. "White. Risky." I shrugged. "How did you get here?" I asked. "Jordan brought me here. He remembered the house, the adress... Yeah." She trailed off. "Damn Jordan." I sighed.

"Well, you visited me to come explain, do tell." I said.

"So you know how Josh and I have known eachother for a long time?" She started. "He came to me the other day, telling me how he liked someone. The way he brought it, he sounded head over fucking heels about them. So then I asked who it was, and he struggled. He hesitated, and then he looked me right in the eyes - " "Save those fucking details." I sneered, cutting her off. "Sorry." She instantly said back. "Go on."

"Well, he said, "The person I'm on about.. i-is you." and then he just kissed me and asked me to be his girlfriend. I never heard him mention anything about you, and when I saw you there.. I was so confused. I had no idea that you and Josh were boyfriends." "We weren't. Well, at least not yet, I have quite a hard time trusting someone enough to have him as my lover, but he came pretty fucking close to one." I explained. "You see, we kissed once. He had the constant need to hold me all the time, he admitted he loved me, so.. That's why I freaked. Believe me, if I had known you two were so close, I would've probably said something else, but..."