Out Of It. (Joshler)

Weed.

This time he was trying weed, Josh didn't know this but did he need to? No. And Tyler wasn't planning on telling him.

He was splayed out across the couch, glancing at the TV confusedly with the remote in his hand, flicking through every channel.

Boring.

Too dramatic.

Sex.

Boring.

nothing on the screen was anything good to Tyler, the remote was a little warm in his hand from how much it was being used, but he didn't care.

"Tyler. If you switch through a channel one more time-" Josh said firmly, taking a deep breath and glancing at Tyler, almost daring him to.

Click.

"That's it." Josh said, standing up and grabbing his jacket, not glancing any looks at Tyler. Not one.

"Are we going somewhere, Josh?" Tyler whispered, now looking like a nervous school boy who'd just been informed he had detention.

"I am, not you." Josh grabbed his keys and wallet from the armchair, shoving both in his pocket and still not looking at the younger one."

"Josh, josh I swear I didn't- I'm not high, Joshie. I'm not high, look at me-" Tyler said frantically, grabbing onto the older one's shirt firmly and pulling it towards him, eyes looking straight forward.

"Tyler, listen to me. I'm going to get something for you. To help you. You need to stay here, my number is still on a note on the fridge, you have snacks and capri-suns. Don't do anything too risky, behave until I get back."

Tyler nodded, a blush covering him as Josh kissed him softly, arching his chin up and wrapping an arm round his waist,

"I love you, Joshie."

"I know you do, Ty."

And after some whines from Tyler, the door shut.

He was alone.

The music was up to full volume, finished chip packets and drinks scattered everywhere,

You know what would make this so much better? Cocaine.

He ran upstairs into his room, pulling out a box from under his bed and inhaling deeply, out of every drug, cocaine was usually the most effective,

he had to be quick though, Josh could be walking back in any second...

It took a while to grind it up into powder, but Tyler expected that and didn't stress himself out /too much/,

Snorting two lines was easy, three more wouldn't...hurt...

Soon his face, hands, everything was numb. Completely numb. After a while he was chewing his lips a lot, occasionally biting them and pulling at his skin,

He was numb.

It wasn't too long before the sound of a car pulling up was heard and Tyler panicked, Josh couldn't see this.

He quickly brushed the remaining powder off the surface into his hand and ran upstairs, putting the grinder and a few other things back in his box before pushing it under his bed and locking the door,

"Tyler? I'm home."

That wasn't Josh's voice..