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1. Josh Dun Needs A Penis Pen

Tyler Robert Joseph is probably only of the boy you'd know that openly discusses his new findings in BDSM.

He's the boy that will apologize for killing an ant but will wear skirts just to make homophobic people livid.

And judging by the countless times he's wanted to write flaming homosexual by the "Sexuality" question on any paper, he's also very gay. Either that or he's an immature piece of garbage. But in this case, it's probably both.

Tyler also has a very subtle crush on one of the school's largest hoebags, Joshua William Dun.

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Tyler sat in math class, not paying attention to the teacher's voice droning on about python theory or something equally as boring, but waiting for the blue haired boy to turn around in hopes that he'd ask him for a writing utensil, or perhaps a blowjob, because boy, there was no doubt that he could supply the sex god in front of him with both.

He must've been unprepared on that boring Thursday morning in the previously mentioned math class, or perhaps he felt Tyler's eyes uncomfortably burning holes in the back of his head.

Either way, Josh turned around to face Tyler, and that simple action had his face flush as his mind screamed "MY OH MY LOOK AT THAT FACE GOD DAMN I'D SIT ON THAT"; and that moment it was mandatory that he get ahold of his emo raging hormones and kinkshame himself before Josh Dun turned around with a funny look and a "nevermind".

But on the outside, Tyler shifted uncomfortably and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out at first. He could only appreciate the crinkles at the side of his eyes when he smiled at him as a greeting; which practically sent him to his grave again.

"It's too damn early for chest pains." He told himself, trying not to clutch his chest in agony as Josh began speaking to him, asking him for nothing less than a pen.

"Tyler? Hello?" Josh waved his hand in front of his face

"Oh, yeah. You need a penis-fuck. I-I meant a writing utensil."

"Josh Dun needs a penis pen." came a voice on Tyler's right. He turned, prepared to pimp-slap the first face that came into view, but he came face-to-face with one of the most flamboyant walking foreheads he'd ever seen.

"Brendon, shut up." a voice from Tyler's left came through, a boy with feminine features and flippy brown hair, frowning at the foreh-Brendon.

"Ryan, did I ask for your commentary?" The forehead snapped.

"If you ever want to see me in your bed again you'd listen to me." Ryan threatened, narrowing his eyes at the Gay.

"Oh shiiiit." Tyler gasped, clasping a hand over his mouth before he got jumped by a bunch of emos.

"All I needed was a pen, guys." Josh butted in again with a rather annoyed tone.

"A penis pen." Brendon snickered again, this time no snappy response came.

Tyler reached into his bag and pulled out a blue ballpoint pen, the type that doesn't write very well, and somehow always smears on the paper. Well fuck. How was he supposed to give him such a crappy pen? It was times like these that Tyler wished he had chosen to sit way in the front of the class. Having everyone believe he was a brown-noser was better than sitting in the back and offering the cheap blue pen to the best looking boy he knew.

Are you really talking to yourself about pens when the boy that practically invented you is waiting?

Yes.

"Fine. Nevermind. Brendon, dear? Do you have a pen?" Josh chirped in a sickeningly high-pitched voice, catching the attention of the boy.

"No, I fucking don't, because who writes with a pen in math class, dumbass?" He raised his eyebrows and picked up a pencil, and like the idiot forehead he was, flinging it at Josh, who got hit square in the eye with the sharp object.

"Shit-" Brendon cursed, getting up to see if the boy he just assaulted was okay. "Are you dead?" He asked, searching Josh's other eye, the one that wasn't covered by his hand.

"Excuse me boys? Is there an issue back there?" The teacher stopped and all eyes turned to the small cult of emos.

"Josh may have internal injuries ma'am can we escort him to the nurse?" Brendon said, rolling his eyes from Tyler dramatically, if I might add.

"You've done enough, Urine, now-"

"It's Urie, ma'am."

"Whatever, stop interrupting the class. Joseph, please walk Dun to the nurse."

Tyler could feel the heat rising on his cheeks and he stood abruptly, the desk making a high-pitched screech on the floor, in which many of his fellow classmates covered their ears in pain. "Sorry." Tyler muttered.

By this time, he was thoroughly done with this situation, which led him to his next decision of roughly grabbing Josh's sleeve and hoisting him out of the seat and out of the room as fast as possible for an emo of his size and capacity.

"Hey! Don't do that! What's your problem?" Josh yanked away from Tyler's grip with an annoyed look and fixed his t-shirt, which now had the annoying stretched out look like he'd been wearing it for weeks straight. Well, he probably had, but that's besides the point.

"Let me see your eye." Tyler sighed.

"What?"

"Let me see your goddamn eye."

They stopped walking and Tyler placed his hands on the shorter boy's cheeks; the cheeks on his face, if any of you were wondering-- and looked at his left eye. A small red mark was on his eyelid, nothing that could cause immediate death, as far as he knew.

He was going to report what he saw when he noticed how intensely Josh was staring at him- or rather, his lips.

Is there something on my face now? dear god.

"What?" Tyler asked, stepping back from Josh and crossing his arms defensively.

"Nothing. Why are you so uptight?"

"Well-"

"Cut the crap and come with me. Forget this nurse business. I hardly know you, but damn, you've gotta loosen up."

"Well you technically asked me a question first." Tyler grumbled, jogging a bit to catch up with the daddy material.

AHHHHH