"Standards" -Joshler

•Five•

I woke up at Brendon's, in my boxers. Luckily I wasn't drunk or anything or else I would've thought we did something. I mean, I don't drink aha what?

He had his school uniform on and threw me jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt. I loved the band and all, but the shirts reminded me of the girls who thought "Kirk Cobain" was a clothing brand. Like fuck, how are you that stupid?

"Morning Beebo" I yawned slightly as I clambered into the clothes

"Morning Jishwa" he laughed slightly at the name. What even was that name?

I rubbed my eyes and pottered into his bathroom, borrowing a toothbrush. We where soon ready to go, I ruffled my hair slightly so it had some style.

We left but I grabbed his arm quickly looking back at Tyler's house

"You think they're okay, I do-"

But just as I began to say something else, the door swung open and Tyler was shoving people out. Telling them to fuck off, fuck themselves, get a job, go to school. The usual stuff

He looked up and eyed me and I gulped slightly but I could tear my eyes away. He was so gorgeous, his body was so gorgeous

"THE FUCK YOU LOOKING AT"

Brendon pulled me away before I could say anything back. I was not good with disses, I probably would've said "ur mom"- I mean "ur mum". England Josh, we're in England. In a nutshell  was a nerd princess punk.

And Tyler was a gorgeous jockey cool kid.

"Dude, you where totally checking his body out!" Brendon up pulled me into reality and I couldn't agree more. He was really something

"No- maybe? Agh! Yes yes I was okay?"

He just laughed and I crossed my arms like a 6 year old and pouted

"Anyway, I have an assessment for music and I need you to help me. Do you play any instruments? I've got the lyrics and a voice and Dallon"

"What does Dallon do"

"Suck dick and play base"

I let out a swift Ah before continuing

"Well I suck dick and play drums"

"Perfect, can you come round and drum? We have to record it"

"As long as I can wear a mask, I'm not confident." I sighed slightly, that was an understatement. Honestly, I regret telling him anything last night about America

"Sure, I don't really care"

"Cool"

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It was music once again, double period. It was onto the second lesson and I'd been paired with Debby. She had an okay voice and could play the ukulele. I just tapped the desk and gave her moral support, I didn't really have a purpose of being there.

Someone walked through the door and asked for her. I peered round and saw Tyler walking in

It was pretty late for him to be turning up now but I shrugged, not my problem

"Mr.Joseph, go work with Josh. Make some lyrics up together or something"

My back shuddered and my nails dug into my arm, shit

I slumped into a chair as Ty plopped himself next to me. We sat in silence

"I've got a migraine"

Poor thing

"Write a song?"

"Maybe. But I need your help with something"

My heart stopped, why me? Thirty people in a class and he asks me?

So I nodded

"I need to know if I'm gay or not and don't you dare open your mouth to anyone"

I couldn't speak. I didn't know what to say, Tyler Joseph was sexually confused and probably sexually frustrated

"And how can I help.."

"I need you to let me flirt, kiss and do gay things with you. I'm not into you Dun"

His voice quivered slightly at the last part as his brown glossy eyes invaded mine and I nodded slightly.

"Okay, expect me to randomly hang out with you. But I swear if you fall in love with me, Josh, I can't guarantee I won't leave you"

"Are you seriously that much of a fuck boy!" I blurted it out loud a little bit more than I was supposed to. I was clingy, this wasn't going to go well

"Fine, fuck you. I'll go ask Patrick" He stood up and pushed his chair away moodily but he didn't sit by Patrick

He just glanced back at me every now and then

Fuck me up down and sideways, he needs Jesus