grade eight [joshler]

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a/n: when ppl are assholes and u have to confront them when school starts in less than 2 days :,,,,,,,,) also sorry for not being active, but I changed my user (i was dat johnny boi lol)

tyler and josh were absolutely infatuated with each other. it wasn't a lie because you can see it in their eyes. when one boy saw the other it was as if the sun has risen.

"can you guys get a room and stop giving each other sex eyes," brendon said, passing the basketball towards tyler.

they all had phys ed together so they decided to pass a basketball around and just talk.

"you guys share a locker room together, so y'all see each other nakeyyyyy" ashley said with a smirk.

"one, who the hell still says nakey, two, there are so many other fuckboys in there and who would call out the next queer they see and beat us to a pulp. this needs to be kept on the down-low. as much as i love you joshie, i also care about your safety." tyler said.

ashley grabbed the basketball, "well i mean anti-homophobia day projects are due soon. like why don't y'all come out or something?"

tyler's eyes widened. all he did was think of that happening and all the negative repercussions that him and the boy he was head over heels for would experience. suddenly everything around him stopped. he couldn't breathe. it started hitching and he would hear the people around him look at him worriedly.

"ty?" brendon asked with concern.

tyler couldn't take it. he ran out of the gym and ran to the bathrooms. after choosing the most isolated stall he picked his phone out with his hands, still trembling intensely.

text to: mom

tyler: pleasr pivk me up momk