What Fresh Hell Is This? 𓅓 (Joshler One-Shots)

[8] Discretion

Bury It - CHVRCHES

Summary

Josh and Tyler have a lil argument

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The door to the out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere diner open, its bell chiming as Josh and Tyler entered. The smell of coffee and greasy foods hit them on the way in. The feeling of eyes turning to face them as they entered. Though, they noticed none of this. Their animosity with each other had manifested into something consuming and the only thing they could focus on was each other.

They passed a waitress on their way in. An overweight man slowly digging into some steak. A cashier. A mother and her little son. A group of teens. An elderly man reading the paper. All of them peeked to stare at the two newcomers.

"Why the fuck do we have to come to this shitty place?!" Tyler grumbled in a low voice one that only Josh would hear. He turned to see the anger in Tyler's face, and returned a similar one. "Because I wanted to come here so please shut up. If you want to go somewhere else, then fuck off, and you can pay for your own meal." He grumbled back in a soft tone as well, whisper shouting.

"Fuck you." Tyler grouched, and they both slid into a booth and refused to glance at each other. Josh's leg was tapping on he floor as his frustration built, and Tyler rasped his fingers on the wooden table. He turned to Josh, narrowing his eyes. "Stop tapping your foot, it's fucking annoying." It came out a little louder than expected, and a few eyes turned to them, but the tension was so thick that nobody dared to speak up.

Josh glared right back at him, and tapped his foot even harder to annoy Tyler. "I fucking hate you." "Likewise, bitch."

The waitress approached them. Perky young woman with blond hair, a pageant winning smile and posture to rival any prim, proper and privileged woman. "Mornin' boys, I'm Mary-Beth and I'll be serving you today. Can I start you two off with a coffee and our city famous apple fritters?"

"That's alright, we'll just have two cheeseburgers and fries," Josh responded with a half a smile. "I never said I want a cheeseburger!"

"You'll eat it if I'm paying for it!" Josh breathed out each word slowly and angrily. "I don't need you making any fucking decisions for me, I'll eat what I want."

"You'll eat a cheeseburger, and that's that." Josh turned away from Tyler after that. "You're such a manipulative asshole." More eyes turned to stare. They were growing louder.

Mary-Beth, clearly unphased by this and determined to sell, grew and even larger smile as she jotted down two cheeseburgers and fries on her notepad. "Would you like a banana and strawberry milkshake with that?"

"I don't want anything. You've ruined my appetite. I hope you're happy with yourself." Tyler began to tap his index finger on the table as he turned to Josh, venom bubbling in his eyes. "You're being such a little baby. Seriously, just get the fuck over yourself."

Mary-Beth, waitress pageant winner of the year, somehow smiled even wider despite all the staring eyes and jotted down two milkshakes. "Anything else?"

"I never wanted to come to this shitty little town in the first place. You fucking forced me." Tyler spat back distastefully, visibly upset with Josh. "Right. You wanted to stay at home and just sit on your fucking ass instead of trying to work something out here. At least I'm fucking trying here!"

"You're a piece of shit, Josh." "You didn't think so when you were sucking my dick, did you?" They both turned away from one another. The bell over the door rang. Someone left. Probably the mother and son.

Mary-Beth nodded. "I'll be right back with your orders." She bounced away, her breasts moving almost as unsteadily as her blond ponytail. Josh and Tyler barely heard a word she said, consumed by rage in their little bubble.

"I was faking it anyway." Tyler yelled back to josh. "I'm sure you were faking it when you moaned how much you love it." Josh yelled back.

"Faking. Every. Fucking. Bit." Tyler slammed his hand down on the table. "Like I'd ever be attracted to a piece of shit like you."

"Like I'd ever be attracted to a whiny little bitch like you!" Josh screamed out, a vein visible on his forehead as his rage mounted. The doorbell rang again. Old man left with the newspaper.

Mary-Beth was walking over to them, two trays in hand, a smile bright as a sunny day, determined not to let two bad eggs ruin her day and deny her a tip. Tyler and Josh were screaming as she approached. Then josh stood. She approached. He threw his arms out in frustration, and hit the tray out of her hand.

It happened really slowly to everyone watching. First was the fries, flying all around and dropping on the floor and into Mary-Beth's blouse. Then the milkshake, spilling all over Mary-Beth's faded blue uniform. Then the burgers, falling apart as they landed on Mary-Beth's large breasts, and slipping down to further stain her clothing. A long silence ensued as Josh and Tyler stared at her, then back to each other angrily.

"Look at what you've done!" Tyler yelled in Josh's face, then stuck his hand into his pocket and put Josh's wallet on the table. "Just take however much you need. We'll be back for it later." Tyler grabbed Josh's wrist and dragged him away from a flabbergasted Mary-Beth and towards the door.

"Let's go!" Tyler yelled. "Where the fuck are we going?!" Josh yelled back as he was dragged away. "The car. You're gonna fuck my brains out after all the shit you've put me through, and you're gonna like it."

That was the last thing said as the bell chimed and they left the diner, leaving the teens and cashier staring with hung jaws and a messy waitress smiling beside their booth. Despite all the fuss, she smiled because he left the wallet behind and she was sure damned getting a hundred dollar tip on a twenty dollar meal.

"Thanks for stopping by!"