an ode to you//joshler

two: ode to sleep

Josh's POV

     I heard Tyler wake up in the living room, where I had laid my comforter across him before he completely dozed off. He didn't seem to twitch as bad when I was with him, so I stayed there for most of the night. He still mumbled a lot while he slept. I listened to it all.

     "Tyler, you up?" I called from the kitchen, lifting my head from the pan.

     "Yeah! Are you cooking?" He asked, smiling at me as he uncovered his face. He tried kicking the blanket off his legs, but to no avail. I had made sure Ty had been wrapped up pretty well in the blankets.

     "Uh, yeah. I just wanted some eggs." I answered. He pouted, furrowing his eyebrows.

     "And you didn't make me any?" He whined. My heart fell and I dropped my smile.

     "Oh god, Ty I forgot to make you any!" I exclaimed.

     "Josh! I'm kidding, it's fine." He said quickly, getting up to come over and hug me.

     "Oh, good." I sighed. I picked up the pan, tilting it and letting the eggs slide onto my plate. "Did you want some of mine? Or I could make you some," I began to ramble but Tyler just shook his head.

     "It's okay, I'll make them myself or something. Thanks for caring." He said with a bright smile.

     "Well uh... Did you, um, have any more dreams?" I asked. He tensed up, but I couldn't see his face.

     "Nope! I'm fine!" He said quickly, his voice raising in pitch at the end. I placed my hands on his shoulders, squeezing them. I knew he was lying.

"Well anyways!" I said, trying to lighten the mood. "I was thinking about inviting Brendon over." I explained and dropped my arms from Ty's shoulders

"Sure." Tyler said blandly, backing up to the wall. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Great idea. I'm going to go get dressed." He mumbled, avoiding my gaze. I was confused, but I shrugged it off.

To: Beebo Urie
Hey, wanna come over today? We can get stoned or something, lol.

From: Beebo Urie
Sure! Can I bring Mel?

To: Beebo Urie
Yep!

From: Beebo Urie
See ya soon.

To: Beebo Urie
Ttyl.

I sighed, placing my phone on the counter and taking a bite of my eggs. I finished them in a flat 30 seconds, and dumped the pan in the sink. On the way upstairs, I checked the mirror. I did double take- I looked like shit. Shaking my head, I knocked on Tyler's door.

"Yeah?" He answered, opening the door and peeking out.

"Can I borrow a shirt? I have no clean laundry." I laughed. He didn't even smile, instead tossing me a plain black shirt and slamming the door, locking it. "Love you too." I groaned to myself.

     I changed quickly, wrestling my legs into a pair of skinny jeans. I grabbed a SnapBack, brushed my teeth, and tumbled down the stairs to meet Brendon. He answered the door with Melanie, smiling and holding up bag full of weed an papers.

     "Ya ready Josh?" He grinned, holding up the Ziplock.

     "Yup. Let me go get Ty." I answered.

     "Ty?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow.

     "I mean... Tyler." I stuttered, blushing. I stumbled up the stairs, tripping. I knocked on his door, and he cracked it open. "Forehead and Mel are here." I said, laughing at my own joke.