"Standards" -Joshler

•Three•

It was finally lunch thank the Lord and saviour (no not god, the owner of taco bell down the street)

I was sat next to Patrick, legs crossed as I listened to their conversations

Turns out Patrick, the most innocent cinnamon roll ever, had a crush on Pete who was another dude in the straight club. Hey, I could totally dub them that

Brendon started singing Willy Moon in a really bad accent, I almost threw my food at him. Almost. I was too close

My eyes wandered off into the distance to see a group of people staring at us.

"Why are they looking at us" I turned to Dallon who shrugged but quickly replied anyway

"You're an American"

"Thanks Dal, means a lot" I jokingly nudged him which he returned with a huge shove, I ended up falling off the bench.

We where laughing until a face peered over me, how could I mistake that face?

"Why did you touch my arm?"

"Dunno. Felt like it"

"You're American?"

Dallon let out a huge snort as I pulled myself up and threw his empty milk carton at him. I had no idea why, I felt compelled to act cool around Ty almost, what the fuck Josh. Wait was that a nick name?

Tyler tutted before hissing a loud "I'm not gay"

"You sure?" I teased slightly, my heart was racing. What the fuck was I doing?

"No- Yeah! I have a girlfriend and she can suck dick better then you could anyday!" He spat back, crossing his arms

I had to hold my laughs back, Josh shut up shut up

"Alright princess, call me when you wanna try that theory out?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck

The whole table broke into laugh as my cheeks tainted a slight pink, Tyler was no different

Tyler sighed and stormed away to the group, I twisted back round

"Did I just offer Tyler to get his dick sucked?.."

Patrick patted my shoulder and sighed

"I don't think you're In a closet Josh, I think you're in a glass one"

For fucks sake Josh. You're really stupid

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The day was over and I threw my bag at the bottom of the stairs, I was unbelievably hungry. I always am

Quietly clicking on music, I sat down and ate a bowl of cereal.

I clicked onto Tumblr and smiled as I watched the reposts of the video

"Hot 😍"

"Dude you're hella funny"

"Josh marry me"

"Stop stroking my arm in music tysm"

I laughed slightly before stopping

Stop stroking my arm in music tysm

"Shit! Tyler.Hoeseph?"

Pictures of him and his friends smoking littered his feed, Jesus. He was cute, too innocent for this at all.

I leant back breathing heavily, he knew about my blog?

I started pacing before my phone lit up once again

Beebo: yo yo hoes

Patrick: what is this

DalOOOOOOON: Is this a mass kidnapping ?¿?¿

Beebo: if it's in ur pants then yes it is

SpookyJim: That's gay

Beebo: Josh you're gay

SpookyJim: true