fanboy ❀ joshler

four

❥Tyler

Pulling up to the park is one of the most anxiety-filled moments of my life. I know some people tweeted me saying they were going, but negative thoughts just keep pouring in.

Thoughts of me standing in Hudson Park all alone on a Saturday, just waiting. Waiting for someone, something, anything.

I sit in my car for a moment, my head pressing against the bumpy texture of the steering wheel. You don't know if someone did show up, I try to motivate myself, you can't leave them waiting. They came here to see you, even if it's just one person.

That's enough. 

That's enough for me to hop out of the driver's seat and casually walk into the park, desperately trying to look as cool and confident as I can.

Even though I'm not.

At all.

There's people looking at me. There's people giggling and grinning at me. They know me.

A wave of comfort washes over me, and my nerves are somewhat calmed. I jog over to the small group -- but group, nonetheless, smiling ear-to-ear back at them.

"Hi, Tyler!" a teenage girl waves at me. She has shoulder length hair, her roots sprawl out in strains the color of honey, but from the cheekbones down, it fades into an electric blue. It's beautiful, and I can barely focus on the rest of her. The colors and how they effortlessly just fade into one another are just completely eyecatching.

I wave, and open my arms, gesturing to hug which she thankfully accepts. "Your hair is sick as frick," I comment, and her face lights up. We talk for a minute or two, and take a picture that I'm too nervous to ask to see afterwards.

When I meet the first few people, I'm accustomed to how it goes. Someone comes up to say hello, we hug, take a picture, and talk aimlessly. They say thank you, which I'm confused as to why. I haven't done anything really notable to give someone something to thank me for. I should be the one thanking them, and I do. Every time.

But, I look ahead of me, and my eyes are glued to a boy only a few steps in front of me. I know him. Well -- his Twitter. He always retweets me, so I inevitably Twitter-stalk him without even thinking. The inhuman amount of selfies he posts make me sure of it -- not complaining about them, though.

He's looking down at his phone, so I tentatively make my way over to him. Standing a friendly distance away and still, he hasn't even noticed my presence. Either clear my throat, talk, or shift awkwardly until he lifts his head.

"Hey, are you...Josh?" I ask weakly, my voice lacking the confidence it had only a few minutes ago.

He finally looks up, and he's taken back. But, it only takes a moment for him to bounce back. "Yeah, I'm Josh. And you're Tyler." 

"That's true. It was you who suggested this, right?" I already know the answer, but I want to further the conversation. Maybe it's because of how sarcastic his tweets are, or because he's undeniably cute as fuck, but there's something about him that sparks an interest within me.

I see his cheeks turn a light shade of pink, and I hold back the urge to kiss them. Even though I'd like to. "You saw that? I thought it was just some weird coincidence." His voice possesses a warmth, a sound so inviting and soothing.

"Of course I saw it!" I say, my tone building confidence. "I was really excited when I saw it, too. I mean, I considered it before, but I felt kind of selfish if I just planned it without anyone asking. Why would I just think people would want to meet me at a park or something? But, when --" I stop myself, and purse my lips. "Sorry, rambling." I give Josh a sheepish smile, "It's a bad habit of mine."

Josh's lips curve upwards for a second, looking at me. "It's cute." He states simply, and I almost choke.

I feel my face start to heat up, and I pull the neckline of my sweatshirt up to my nose to hide my most-likely beet red skin, and the grin on Josh's face just grows wider. "Stop it! You're making me blush!" My playful tone comes through the fabric.

"I like making you blush, though!" Josh chuckles, and I try to steady my breathing to get the red off of my cheeks.

Slowly, I return my sweatshirt to wear it naturally hangs around my neck, and all Josh does is look for a moment. "Your voice sounds different."

"Is that a good or bad thing?" I ask, and he just shrugs.

"I like both," he starts but closes his mouth for a second, "I like this one better, though."

"Cool." 

"I like you better like this, too."

"Like what?"

"Not through a computer screen."

"Cool."

"Cool." There's a pause, and I'm sure he could feel me staring holes into his shoes. "Can I take a selfie with you?" I nod, my body relieving the tension from the silence. Josh pulls out his phone, and clicks on the Snapchat logo. 

"Do the thing!" This gets a confused look from Josh. "You know, the thing." He shakes his head, and I press on the screen until it detects our faces. I swipe along the different kinds of face morphs, receiving giggles from him. I stop at one that makes our eyes huge, with tears brimming them. Josh begins to take a video, and almost on queue, we both raise our eyebrows at the same time, making the tears start pouring from our eyes.

Josh watches it, putting on a saturated filter (y'all know what snapchat filter im talkin about) before saving it and tapping a button that sends it to his story. "Better watch out on Twitter, because this will be my pinned tweet!" Josh laughs while his eyes close, and all I can do is stare at him and grin like an idiot, because I've never seen someone so beautiful when they laugh.

a/n:

i'm s ORRy if this chapter sucks or is too bumpy to read but it's just so cute to me idk idk