Overwhelmed by the sudden peak in his career, Josh is forced into lying and alienation from his family, and close friends. The boy tries to hold on to privacy as long as he can, but it becomes more difficult when an untruthful and cautious Josh meet...
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Does your anger overpower your lust?
☼ Phoebe
I make a beeline towards the top of the stairs where Tyler had retired himself into earlier. A dim light appeared under on of the doors marking the place where the brunette has disappeared into.
"I can't believe he had the audacity to say some bullshit like that." I mumble to myself as I whip open what I assumed to be Tyler's door, making sure I said it loud enough for the blue headed boy below to hear.
The boys big brown eyes tore away from his lap and widened at my sudden presence. He scrambled onto his feet to pull a pair of sweats over his tight grey briefs.
"Did you hear all of that, Ty?" I throw my hands up in frustration, "Can you believe that shit?"
"Do-do you want a shirt?" Tyler asked but it came out more of a suggestion with all his stutters and reddening face as he kept trying to pull the uncooperative sweatpants over his crotch.
(A/N: I can hear my bible calling my name.)
I ignored his question and continued to pace back and forth around the carpet, "How could he have the nerve to-"
"Here take this shirt." Tyler insistingly handed me a soft material, his cheeks red with embarrassment over his exposure.
I clutch the shirt in my hand as I continued to rant, "That was so freaking heartless, the way he-"
"Please put the shirt on before you continue." he gave a shy smile as he held a hand over his eyes and pink cheeks. With a sigh I quickly slipped on the thin material.
"Your friend is really starting to piss me off." I laid down in the spot Tyler was before, refusing to take the wall. "Did you hear anything that went on down there?"
"Part of it," Tyler nods knowingly, "Josh gets like that, you know that."
"Why would he call me a slut? My dress wasn't even that revealing." I frowned at the ceiling.
Tyler climbed over me to get to the side of the bed that met the wall before continuing.
"You looked beautiful tonight, don't let stupid boys make you cry." He chuckled as he fixed his gaze to the white of the ceiling as well, his words sincere.
"I'm not crying, Tyler."
"Just in case, you feel like you have to." He nudged me slightly in a kind manner, his touch warm and comforting.
