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hello im not dead
yes i realize this isn't joshies actually birthday but i had nothing to write so here ya go. AND I WAS PICTURING LITTLE TYLER IN THIS OFC

"hey josh!!!! are you excited about your birthday tomorrow?" pete asked.

"its your birthday tomorrow?! and you didn't tell me?!" tyler yelled.

oh fuck.

"its, u-uh, not a big deal. its fine." i said.

fuck you pete. i was just chillin playing with my bby tylers hair and then you come up and say this shit.

i hate my birthday. i honestly have no idea why i hate it. maybe its because i don't like all the attention on me? i don't know, but i do know that i hate it. and now  tyler knows.

after some more arguing about my birthday, everyone decided to give up and leave. it was just me and tyler in the living area, and he came up and sat in my lap.

"so, what do you want for your birthday."

"nothing."

"nope. i'm going to get you something. OH! i think i already know what i'm going to get you!" he hopped off my lap and ran out, but peeked his head back through the door frame and said, "sleep in brendons room tonight, you're not allowed in our room!" he giggled and ran up the stairs. i rolled my eyes and looked at my phone, it said 9:47. i guess i can go ahead and go to sleep, better tell brendon i'm sleeping in his room.

•••

i am asleep peacefully in the extra bed, when all of a sudden theres an intense base and a womens voice yelling, "FUCK THIS PUSSY BOY FUCK IT!" i whip my head up and see  a large speaker, then i see patrick, frank, and ryan laughing and brendon, gerard, and dallon videoing me. i give them all dirty looks then laugh it off.

they all start to sing the happy birthday song and cheer when its over. when they all leave, tyler pokes his head through the door.

"happy birthday, joshie!" he jumped on the bed and kissed me.

"thanks. what ya got there?" i asked gesturing to the piece of paper in his hand. he pulled it behind his back and stood up.

"this is part of your present! and your're not allowed to see it!" he giggled and ran out of the room. i got up and walked down the stairs. i get to the dining area and dallon hands me a stack of pancakes.

"they're birthday pancakes! i put sprinkes and vanilla cake batter in them. happy birthday josh!" i muttered a thanks and gave dallon a smile. i took the plate and sat down. everyone at the table shared the pancakes and talked about random thing. after breakfast, tyler came up to me. he told me to get ready and we we're going somewhere. i did what was told and came back down around 3.

"geez, it only took you 3 hours," he said with a giggle, "ready to go?"

"sure thing." i chuckled back.

we walked to tylers car, which was odd. i've only been in his car about 2 times in the 3 months that we've been dating. i'm pulled out of my thoughts when we pull up to a taco bell.

"we're here!" tyler says excitedly.

we walk in and eat our food, random conversations and brief, 'happy birthday, i love you's. when we finish our food, tyler throws away the trash and we get back in his car. i was assuming we were going back to the dorm, but tyler turned a different way. i shot him a questioning look and he ignored it. he reached the hand that wasn't on the steering wheel and interlaced our fingers together. he smiled at me and kept driving.

after driving for about an hour, we pull up to a beach.

"oh my god, tyler!" i say excitedly. we get out of the car and walk to a secluded area of the beach where no one is. theres a blanket with candles all around it. we sit down and he puts his head on my shoulder.

"i hope this is a good present." he says with a chuckle.

"dude, its the greatest present i've ever gotten." i look out into the sunset and note how the water sparkles like tylers eyes.

damn that was gay as fuck and cliche as fuck.

"i love you, jishwa."

"i love you too, tyjo."

i lied down and he rested his head on my chest, and we watched the sunset together. this moment was perfect.

THE WAY HE GOT WOKEN UP ON HIS BIRTHDAY IS FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE LMAO

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