asexual >> joshler (on hold)

four - it's not dating if all he wants is a fuck

yo what it do.
if you know this anime i hope you cried just as much as i did. (it's "say i love you")

so you've finally heard from the cowriter! i hope you guys love her, she's gr8 as heck, super cool.
frank's new album though, good shit.
as always, enjoi!

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tyler;

i sighed to myself as i shut off my phone and laid it on the bedside table.

what the fuck, josh. i thought as i got up and walked to the desk by the window that me and pete shared. it only had a coffee machine, mugs, and some pens and pencils and such. yunno, desk stuff.

i put a k cup from the drawer into the coffee machine and grabbed the mug with the ghost on it, putting it under the stream of hot liquid jesus. before the coffee stopped pouring i grabbed the white chocolate creamer and added it to the mix when it was done.

picking up the mug, i sat back down on my bed; taking a small sip and letting out a content sigh.

hot coffee over cold coffee forever.

honestly the only actual con of hot coffee is how it turns lukewarm after a while. that shit tastes like piss water, how do people stand that? i shake my head and welcome the warm feeling running down my throat.

pete then decides to bust in the door, loudly, making me screech and spill my coffee on my chest. great, there goes my shirt and my good coffee.

and my peace and quiet.

"my duude! you won't believe it!" he yelled with that excited look on his face. i rolled my eyes and got up, putting my mug away and grabbing a button up from my closet. i peel off my t shirt and throw it in my dirty-clothes bag, putting on the pinkish but not pinkish button up-t shirt.

"what happened this time?" i ask, buttoning the last button before turning around to meet his exited eyes.

"frank released another album! the one thats dating gerard!" he said with a smile. my eyes lit up and i squealed like a child.

"oooh! which band?" i asked, going to sit at my bed and picking up my phone. frank's albums were always the best, although he had like seven different bands he was in. somehow they were all the same people but they always sounded so different from each other.

he wasn't exactly popular, seeing as the genre he played wasn't most understood by planet earth. he did have the occasional screamo fan have him sign an album or say hi, though.

"it's from death spells; it's called "nothing above, nothing below". sick, right?" he said and i hummed in reply. "here, gimme your phone and i'll play it from the aux cord on my amp." he said reaching out for my phone but i pulled it back away with a scowl.

"no, you have your own phone!" i said with a humph and held my phone further away from him.

pete rolled his eyes and gestured for my phone again. i stuck out my tongue, but handed him my phone anyway. surely this will distract me from the "date" i have with dun later. i mentally cringe as pete plugs in my phone and plays the album.

the next however many minutes are spent jamming out to some sick tunes and more coffee. i have also decided that fantastic bastards will most definitely be played at my funeral, without a doubt.

"totally sick man," i said as he handed me back my phone. i turned on the screen and checked the time, seeing that it was exactly an hour until josh comes here to get me.