Discretion | Josh Dun

25| Indiscretion

A/N: Man, I feel bad for writing this chapter because today it's Josh's 28th birthday today.

You'll see why.

Don't be a silent reader. 💛

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Phoebe

"Can you pick me up later?" I asked hopefully, as I waited for the boy's reply.

Tyler's soft voice came through the phone quietly. "Um, sure I guess." he paused for a moment, "Are you you're okay?"

"Perfect!" I said immediately with a wide smile.

He stutters hesitantly, "Oh, well, okay. What time do you want me to pick you up?"

"Well the party starts at eight, so sometime around nine should be fine." I bit back a smile.

"Oh o-okay-"

"Wear something nice." I added quickly before hanging up the phone.

I tossed my phone to my bed as I rushed to tidy my room, I made sure to pile all my clothes in my drawers to the point of them over-flowing, and take all the drinks off my side table.  I then began stuffing various papers and wrappers into the trash, eyeing my bed, I spotted Josh's sweater that sat crumbled and worn, without thinking I angrily pushed it into my metal trashcan among the other pieces of absolute garbage that had cluttered my room.  I had since finished my room and moved on to the rest of the house that had been neglected since my parents had been gone. Throughout the day, I cleaned, mopped, and even dusted.  This behavior, of course, raised questions among my parents, causing them to watch me clean up as I spent hours on the house.

When I finally had finished, I locked myself in my room until Tyler arrived.  I began shuffling to get ready in the short time I had before he arrived, after a few minutes of searching,  I found a crop top in the back of my dresser, and smiled giddily at my potential outfit.  The black material was stretchy and hugged me in all the right ways, dipping deep below my cleavage, and having an open lace up front.  I slipped on a pair of high waisted jeans, the large rips exposing much of my upper thighs, this paired nicely with the my shirt that also showed a little too much skin.  I sprayed hairspray in my hair for extra messy volume, and as I was pulling on a pair of high heeled boots, I heard a faint knock at the door.  I quickly gather my phone and keys, pushing it into my small purse thrown over my shoulder.

By the time I made it out of my room my dad had the door open speaking to Tyler, who was dressed in a white button up and a bowtie.  The two men spot me approaching and Tyler smiles shyly.

"Where are you going dressed like that?" My dad points to me and crosses his arms.

"Out." I say simply as I pull Tyler beginning to lead him away.

"No you aren't." The tall man stepped forward and grabbed at me. "We don't know where you're going, and we don't know this kid." his strong voice echoed angrily, obviously scaring the tall boy next to me.

"I'm seventeen, and I've done everything you guys asked." I tugged my arm away. "I'm fucking leaving." I laughed slightly, again pulling the uncomfortable boy along with me. "Don't wait up for me."

I could hear my mother and father calling after me as I climb into Tyler's small car and I urge him to drive away, but he pauses and pulls out his phone, clicking on Josh's messages, and typing something.  I could feel the edges of my lips curling into a smile as we pulled off, because I already knew my plan was in motion.  I directed Tyler in where to go, him becoming more and more anxious the closer we got.