midnight man (joshler)

twenty six/where did the party go?

laughing at my own fall out boy reference

also idk if ive ever mentioned joshs age before so forgive me if i have and it's different

ALSO ALSO matt matty and matthew are all of the healy surname like i think people are genuinely confused about him as a character it's just matt healy with variation of his name
twenty six/where did the party go?

tyler grabs my elbow, tugging me inside. i comply, only shaking him off once people start looking our direction. i gape as i take in the mass of people tucked into the bookstore. how does one even party in a bookstore?

i bite my tongue as several people clap me on the back, cheering their "congratulations!". a small annoyance passes over me. why did we have a dumb party in the first place? why did we want to spend eternity together in the first place?

i turn to tyler, about to break everything apart, but i catch the fond smile dancing on his lips. i remember exactly why we want to spend eternity together. we're both damned. might as well be damned together.

"is there beer here?" i yell over the pounding bass in the room as i spot people staggering all over the dance floor (dance area really. it's just a space in the harry potter section).

"loads!" he nods, pointing behind me.

i turn to see an elaborate refreshments table, complete with snacks and booze. i walk in that direction, frowning as tyler yanks me back. i shake myself out of his grasp, wondering what the hell is his problem.

"do you have to get drunk right now?" he looks disapprovingly at me.

"do you have to act like you're some kind of saint right now?" i retort, folding my arms across my chest.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"it means you're a serial killer and you don't get to act like you're better than everyone else, especially me, just because of sobriety and refusal to condone underage drinking," i all but spit at him.

"why are you being like this?" he asks, gripping his hair with both of his hands.

"like what? a psychopath? a freak? a serial killer? a boy who refuses to be tyler joseph's cute little toy anymore?"

"you're not my-"

"damn right," i cut him off, turning away and marching my way to the refreshments table.

"hey! josh! you seen tyler?"

i curl my fingers into a fist as jenna approaches me. the blonde, as would be expected, looks stunning. her goddamn legs look heavenly in her stiletto heels and short blue dress. i want to gag.

"why do you want tyler?" i ask, pouring myself a shot of jack daniels and feeling it burn all the way down my throat.

"looking for some final kicks before he's hitched," she winks at me with a less than friendly smile.

i pour another shot, pointing in the wrong direction of the store. "he's over there. go fuck yourself."

"that's what tyler's for," she sing-songs, sashaying toward the way i gestured.