Joshler Oneshots-Self titled

The Pantaloon

{I'm sorry this isn't very good, I didn't know what to write}

I had just gotten back from my Grandpa's funeral. I hadn't really known him, but he was still part of my family so I was sad that he was gone. Not everyone looked as sad as me though. When I asked my mom why they weren't sad, she said that my grandpa had lost his mind so most of my family was glad to see him gone. It was the first funeral I ever attended and it had a big impact on me. I was only nine years old and many people would say that I learned this lesson way too soon but... adults just don't understand, they label and criticize and judge. Maybe my grandpa was a genius but other adults were too full of themselves to notice? What if he just thought differently than everyone else and the adults judged him for it? I would never know.

15 years later

Now that I've grown up a little, I'm 24, I guess I could see why he was put in that institute. He was a danger to himself and others, but that doesn't mean he had, "lost his mind." He hadn't lost his mind, he just wasn't using it the way other "normal" people would.

He had lost his wife too, poor guy. My grandma died before I was born though, so I never went to her funeral. He was alone for over 9 years, and now it's my turn to be alone. I've been looking for the right person but they just haven't shown up yet. I've been playing small gigs with my friend Josh and I'm hoping to meet someone at one of the shows, even though Josh is not a great wingman.

3 years later

After waiting for so long, I finally found Mr. Right. It's Josh. We've been together for over a year now. All of my family members were very happy to learn that I had found myself a husband and we were planning to get a house together for after the tour, although my home is wherever he is.

We've made it big in the music industry! Just the other day while we were driving from city to city, one of our songs, Stressed Out, came on the radio!!! We jumped up and started dancing around the van. I couldn't believe we had made it on the radio! Josh grabbed my small face in his big hands and said, "We made it, Ty," before pressing his lips into mine. That was one of the best moments of my life.

Josh has this habit of calling people "The Pantaloon" and I'm not really sure what it's about because it seems to be such random people but the one he's obsessed with now is my dad. My dad is the pantaloon...

Anyway, Josh takes such good care of me. When he notices something is wrong he always walks up to me and states the problem.

"You are tired."

"You are hurt."

When he can't guess what's wrong he says the most random things. God, I love him.

"A moth ate through your favorite shirt?" he asks, smirking. His tongue always sticks out a little bit when he smiles and it's the cutest thing ever.

Sometimes we'll be lying on the couches in our van and I'll look over to find him just staring at me. So I stare back. I'm always the first to crack, laughing. He's even cute when he's being serious. I imagine this is how the stare downs between the sun and the moon go, one staring at the other until one breaks and lets one take over the sky. The time in the morning and the afternoon when you can see both the sun and the moon? That's during the intense staring contest.

Once I brought a chair out in the middle of the stage before a concert.

"Ty, what are you doing?" he asked, laughing and shaking his head.

"Sitting in this chair, duh," I replied, trying to be serious.

"But... why?"

"Because... a chair is just a tiny island." He thought about this, scratching his head.

"But the chair moves, an island wouldn't move," he said, proud that he had found a flaw.

I pouted. "But the island can glide across the surface of the water." He just shrugged and went off to help the crew set up.

Recently he's been obsessed that I am the pantaloon.

"You can't deny you are the pantaloon." He exclaimed, folding his arms.

Josh has gotten his heart broken many times so I have to treat him very carefully, even if he tries to act tough. I don't mind though because I know I wouldn't ever break his heart.

He likes to sleep alone, but I'm hoping one day he will let me lay beside him. When I see him sleeping across the room all I can think is, Without you it's colder than you know, so why can't you just try letting me in? But I guess he's so used to colder people he doesn't realize that I'm not like that. Although, most morning he gets up before me and sits on my bed until I wake up. It's so much warmer in the morning than it is at night.

Lots of night I find myself awake, worried about Josh. He has so many nightmares. It seems they are all that holds his bones together. I love him anyway though.