asexual >> joshler (on hold)

sex - roofies

we bOTH SINCERELY APOLOGIZE BC we've BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG SORRY SORRY it's JUST SCHOOL OK. NO ONE NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT THE FUVK AN ENZYME IS OR FUCKING GEOMETRY OK. FUCK SCHOOL. here we go.

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tyler;

i woke up the next morning, body and mind feeling exhausted. i remembered the date from yesterday and smiled.. i roll over and look at my phone to see some new texts from josh,

josh: be ready for our next date, joseph. ill pick you up  at 9 sharp.

ummmmmm. excuse me?

who said we have a "next date"??? i opened my phone and looked at our previous texts, and i literally fucking hAte pete wentz. okay? just saying.

"maybe it's already happening" i don't even fucking sound like that what the literal fuck,,,

whatever, i'll just go on the stupid date anyway. it's not like i don't have some slight crush on him, i just wish i would change my mother fucking password. i reread the text and looked at the time.

who goes on a date at nine at night?? it can't be morning cause it's already ten but what the heck????

i stood up from my bed and shook my head, ridding all the stupid thoughts about that boy with the hair. i made some coffee and kicked petes dead asleep, and very shirtless, body on the floor by his bed. he sat up so fast, boi almost have me whiplash.

"dude, what the fuck?" he asked. i rolled my eyes and shoved my phone in his face. he squinted his eyes at the screen and laughed. "well i thought baby tyjo needed to get out of the dorm." the asshole explained.

"baby tyjo needs his mother fucking sleep! now he wants another date and he thinks i've got hella feelings for him!" i almost shouted.

"a nine o'clock date? oh boy, you know what that means." he said, standing up and grabbing my cup of coffee from the machine. i glared at him and he smiled and sipped some of the burning liquid.

"and what does that mean, o wise one?" i said sarcastically, poking him in the abs.

"well, my child," he turned and walked around me, heading to his desk and pulling out a black ring. " josh dun is taking my boy tyjo to a club. so, indeed you will need the roofie ring." he said.

"first of all, no he isn't. he totally isn't like that. and second, the roofie what?" i asked, completely confused.

"the roofie ring. yunno, girls have color changing nail polish that they dip in the drink to see if they're being roofied? like that but for dudes that don't wear nail polish." he shrugged.

"so you really think he'd fucking roofie me? dude he couldn't even hurt a fly what the fuck?"

"you have to be safe! just promise me you'll wear it tonight." he said. i rolled my eyes, but sighed anyway, giving in.

"alright, give me the stupid ring." i put my hand out and he cheered, slipping the ring into my hand and walking off to go out on a shirt. i shook my head and we both got ready for morning classes, grabbing our bags and shit. we were both out the door in record time.

alright motherfuckers, lets learn some shit.

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i flopped on my bed, throwing my phone and keys on the floor. history will be my death, before any hipster fuckboy can roofie me. one red headed, hipster fuckboy in particular.. i twisted the, so-called, "roofie ring" on my finger; just thinking.