the dorm // joshler

eighteen

okay this is just a random chapter so i can do another date with something really cute ;))) but in the meantime enjoy dallon reenacting dont threaten me with a good time LMAO

brendon knocked on my door.

"beebo coming in, make sure theres no sex going on!" he yelled as he walked in. i grabbed my pillow and threw it at him. he laughed and sat on the end of the bed.

"so, before i was rudely interrupted by you and tyler-" he started but i cut him off, "well actually, you kinda interrupted us."

"whatever, but i'm having a party tonight, and your coming." he immediately got up and left, but poked his head back in and said, "it starts at 9!"

i looked at my phone and its already 8:36.

shit, i better start getting ready.

after i changed my clothes and brushed my hair, i met tyler downstairs.

"hey josh!" he said throwing his arms around my shoulders.

"hey, ty!" i said mocking his cheery tone and chuckling.

•••

i've been here for like 30 minutes, and i already see people passed out. i have also seen 6 weed circles, 4 different stations of crack, and WAY to many teachers grinding on students.

halfway through the party, dallon trips and falls into me. i turn around and look at him.

holy fuck.

"hey josh!" he said slurring on every single word.

"um, hey dal..."

"dude look at how cool i look! i have a cane and a party hat!" he taps my shoulder with his cane (more of stabs the shit out of me with it) "and i made a bet with that guy in a skirt over there, i think his name is jack or something. but i totally make these high heels work!" i look at his feet and he has 10 inch stripper heels on.

"damn dal, you're drunk as fuck."

"bro i've already told you, i'm not as think as you drunk i am. i mean- wait, no, i'm not drunk. no." he said waving his cane around.

"okay, well, um, i'm gunna go find tyler... have fun with your heels!"

he turned around and ran off. i laughed to myself as i walk into the kitchen and i can't believe what i see.

remember at that party when the jenna girl was using the funnel and pouring straight vodka in it? yeah, well thats happening now, but its tyler.

hes going to be hungover as fuck tomorrow.

i watch him down an entire bottle by himself, and trip and stumble a few times. i walk up to him and look at his hazy eyes.

"hey, tyler, you good?"

"yeah josh, i feel great, i'm having fun, but- but i'm tired." it kinda came out like "ye jos i great, b-b i td"

what the fuck did he just say?

he looks tired so i'll just take him upstairs. i pick him up bridal style and hear him giggle. we walk up to our room and i'm relieved when it opens and no one else is in here. i place tyler in the bed, and i go to lock our door. then, i slide in next to him, and he puts his head in the crook of my neck and squeezes my waist. i kiss his head and slowly drift off to sleep.