I'm Not Blurry [Joshler]

We don't believe what's on TV

Tyler leaned against the door to his boyfriend's house, waiting for the tall, handsome man to answer.

The door opened, revealing the red-haired, mocha-eyed man, smiling slightly at his boyfriend. "Tyler. Come on in!"

Tyler nodded, making his way into the dimly lit house. Josh sat down, turning on the TV. Flipping through the channels, he stopped and looked at Tyler.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" He leaned in for a kiss, and felt their lips press together, Tyler's Mountain Dew scent wafting forward.

"Today, a man south of downtown has been slaughtered." The television stated, pausing for effect.

"Wait." Tyler said, putting his hand up to Josh's mouth, ignoring the particularly upset boyfriend that sat on his lap.

"We have no leads to any of the other killings lately, and there is no evidence that we have found at the crime scene, so far. If you have any idea who could've been a threat to this man, please call the local police department to give an anonymous tip." The news woman's face disappeared, revealing a man's ID on the screen.

"Tyler! That's Brendon!" Josh yelled, almost falling off of the couch.

Brendon and Tyler had become really close friends in the past few years, having gone to high school together. Tyler would've never guessed that their friendship would die- literally.

"Oh my god..." everything hit Tyler at once. He didn't want to move, he just wanted to... die. Tyler put his elbows on his knees, and his palms over his face, concealing any tears. "He's really... dead?"

|-/ two hours earlier \-|

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Oh, hey! Come on in!" Brendon's face lit up. "How have you been?"

"Fine." The speaker's voice seemed monotonous, almost dull.

"Are you okay? You don't look like you've slept well in the past few nights." Brendon reassuringly put his hand on the guest's shoulder.

"Don't touch me." The man fiddled with something underneath his coat.

"Okay, woah, man period much?" Brendon chuckled and went to his alcohol cabinet, pouring two glasses of scotch.

When he turned around, his guest leaped toward him, slashing his throat with the knife that was originally underneath his coat.

He made sure to mess up Brendon's face, to the point of no recognition. It was his signature move, funny how the police hadn't linked the murders yet, all nineteen of them.

|-/ present \-|

The funeral put on was huge, having the fact that Brendon's family was huge.

Sobs filled the room, making it feel less awkward than it would've if nobody was crying.

After Ryan's turn, it was Tyler's time to give a speech. Walking up to the podium, Tyler's eyes filled with tears.

Sniffing, he started. "Brendon Urie had been one of my best friends for over four years. He was memorable, smart and clever. He knew the right words to say, all of the time. He made me feel better in times of need. When he and I met, that was one of the best days of my life," Tyler sobbed. "And he didn't deserve to die like this. To the person that so brutally murdered him; I hate you. I will find you. And I don't care if it gets me a death sentence in prison, I will kill you. You took my best friend's life."

The room was silent, a few people shocked.

"Thank you for listening." Tyler left the podium quickly, taking his seat next to his boyfriend, trying to not lose his cool.