The next morning, Tyler wakes up with a throbbing headache. He looks over and sees Josh, still asleep. Flashbacks from last night pop up in his head and he groans, accidentally waking Josh up.
"Good morning, you feeling okay?" Josh says in his groggy morning voice. Tyler thinks it's extremely cute and smiles, "Not really, I have a bad hangover." He realises the pain again and frowns.
"Aww, I'm sorry, but I think you'll be glad to know I didn't let you do anything too bad, I wasn't going to take advantage of you." Josh says, trying to reassure Tyler, but only making him embarrassed, hiding in Josh's chest.
Josh mentally chuckles at Tyler, seeing his face turn red. Tyler looks up to see him staring. He leans up to press a kiss to his cheek, getting off of the bed.
He walks into the living room, gathering his stuff and checking his phone. There are texts from Brendon.
Breadbin: Hey, I'm coming over.
Breadbin: Are you still over there? What the hell?
Breadbin: OOH TYLER YOU LITTLE WHORE YOU BETTER TELL ME EVERYTHING WHEN YOU GET BACK!!!!
Tyler lets out a giggle, reading Brendon's last text, realising his parents are probably worried about him. He turns around to see Josh standing a few feet behind him, leaning against the wall.
He takes in the view of Josh, with only boxers on and turns red, realising he stared too long.
"What? Is there something on me?" He asks, turning around, he definitely knows what he's doing to Tyler, making a bigger show of looking for something than needed.
He looks at Tyler, letting out a playful laugh as he sees that his face is bright red. Tyler tries to cover his face with his hands but Josh walks up to him, taking his face in his own hands and pressing a kiss to his nose.
Tyler giggles and scrunches up his face. He tells Josh that he should probably get home, and that his parents are probably worried sick about him. They say their goodbyes, sharing one more kiss and then walking out of the door.
Tyler heads down in the elevator, thinking about how cute Josh is, and walks to his car.
As he gets in, he goes to turn on the radio, just to see it missing. "What the frick?!" He says, not cursing out of habit.
He drives home, thinking. Who would even steal a car radio, that is just ridiculous. I guess I have to get a job.
As he pulls into the driveway, he sees Brendon's car, groaning. He can't deal with his parent's scolding and Brendon's crazy personality, not right now.
He walks into the house, seeing Brendon passed out on the couch, realising his parents still aren't here. He's in a better mood now and goes to wake Brendon up.
"I'm already awake, I was waiting for you, what the fuck happened I want to hear EVERYTHING." He says, getting louder and more hyper with every word.
"Okay, fine, I guess." Tyler says, faking a whiny voice. Brendon listens to every word intently and finally when Tyler finishes, "WHAT, OH. MY. GOD. TYLER. YOU BETTER KEEP THAT BOY OR I WILL PERSONALLY KILL YOU."
He yells, possibly as loud as he can and brings back Tyler's headache."Ugh, I have to go lay down, I feel like my hangover is just getting worse." He groans, walking to his room, Brendon following.
He slides into his bed, Brendon doing the same and wrapping his arms around Tyler's skinny frame.
"I'm glad you found someone who will take care of you, but when did you find out you were gay? I thought you were dating Jenna? When did you two break up? Did y'all even break up?" Brendon says, asking too many questions to keep up with.
"I'll tell you when I wake up." Tyler mumbles, letting out a quiet giggle.
"What? No, Tyler! Don't leave me hanging!" Brendon says, but Tyler is already asleep. He lets out a sigh and pulls Tyler closer to him, smiling at how cute he is.
"Oh well," He mumbles, "I'm happy for you." He closes his eyes and falls asleep soon after. Though, somewhere, deep inside, he can feel a pang of jealousy.

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You Are Lovely
FanfictionTyler has been dating his girlfriend, Jenna, for a while but when a red haired boy comes into his life, both of their world's are flipped upside down. But who ever said that was a bad thing?