Hunger and Highs (BEING REWRITTEN)

Sixteen- Beat of the Heart

//unedited\\

~Tyler~

"Now dance fucker dance! You never had a chance, and no one ever knew it was really only you!" I heard through my peaceful sleep. I wanted to glare at the ringtone I'd picked due to how loud it was being while I wanted to sleep forever and ever where I was. Don't get me wrong though, I loved the song but not in the morning. There was no telling what time it was, the last thing I remembered was that I was with Josh at around three in the morning. Speaking of Josh;

"Tyler, answer the damn phone already. It's been ringing all fucking morning." I heard Josh mumble against my back as he practically spooned me. If I'd been more awake, I probably would have blushed or became incredibly awkward, but I was barely keeping my eyes open.

"Then you answer it. It's probably not important anyway." I grumbled while shoving my face into the pillow, noting the fact that Josh's scent radiated from it. He groaned and I felt him grab my phone from my back pocket which sort of caused me to be a little more aware of how close he was. As soon as he clicked accepted on the small device, the person started speaking.

"Hello? Tyler? Where are you? Are you okay? You literally said you were going outside for fresh air and you disappeared-"

"Oh hey Troye." Josh cut him off and I tried not to giggle at how out of it he seemed to be. I turned my head and looked at Josh to see him barely keeping his eyes open as well.

"Josh? Where the fuck is Tyler?" He asked harshly and Josh just chuckled.

"Well last night I was laying in the road so he was laying with me-"

"You let Tyler lay in the road?" Troye cut in and Josh opened his eyes, seemingly more awake now. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

"What are you? His mother?" Josh replied coldly. I was grinning at how Josh seemed to be grumpy that particular morning.

"No, but I do care about whether or not he's with safe and responsible people."

"And you're insinuating that I'm neither of those?" Josh asked with narrowed eyes and I could just tell that if Troye had actually been in front of Josh, it wouldn't end well.

"You said it not me."

"You know, you're a real asshole buddy." Josh spat. "Maybe I don't want you hanging around my best friend you gay fuck." I snorted and Josh looked at me with his tongue out.

"He's my boyfriend." Troye defended and I cringed slightly.

"Okay now you're just being childish." Josh accused and I was so amused by his bipolar attitude. "Anyway, I'm stealing Tyler from you for today and maybe for the rest of time so don't take it too hard. Have a grand fucking day you over priced GPS." He slurred and I just rolled my eyes.

"You're so stupid when you're sleepy." I said and Josh rolled his eyes at me. His phone then went off, I'm guessing it was an alarm, and he jumped up. "Josh what the fuck?" I asked, still tired.

"Well, I only have so much time to go to my mothers house before she gets home, and I really fucking miss my drums." Josh said quickly while shaking around and doing things that athletes do to warm themselves up. I would know because I used to play basketball. "So I can either take you home, or you can come help me carry all that shit." He offered and I sighed, getting up.

"Let me get my shoes on." I said and he smiled at me.

~

"Why are there so many stairs?" I asked as we practically climbed the stairs to Machu Pichu. He just laughed and shook his head as we continued to walk down into his mom's basement, otherwise known as the center of the earth. "This house is shit."

"Well not everyone has successful parents, Tyler." He forced out and  instantly felt bad. I'd forgotten, over the course of the two months that I'd avoided him, that he was considered poor. I didn't think people should base cliches off of how much money someone had, rather we should base it off who they are. And Josh was amazing.

He was one of those people that appear to be standoffish, intimidating, maybe even cruel but once you got to know him. He was nice, at least that's what I thought from the short time I actually spent with him while he was sober. Sure he hadn't made the best decisions in life but I believe that everyone deserves another chance, a chance to change what had been made for them and not what they made for themselves.

People should be given equal opportunities to have good lives, and make good decisions. Anyone can be anything, but very few could be Josh. He would try to help someone else even if he was struggling with something himself and I'm living proof of that. He seen me struggling and even though he was killing himself with the drugs he selflessly offered to help me rather than actually taking note that he needed to help himself.

When he turned the light on in the basement, everything was covered in plastic. He immediately walked in one direction and dramatically yet carefully yanked the plastic off of one particular set of things and my jaw went slack. The drums were beautiful and Josh grinned at them before he picked up a pair of drumsticks and kissed them.

"It took me two Christmas's, three birthdays, and two months of delivering newspapers to get these. My parents had laughed a little when I got them and told them that I would learn to play them properly, but when they realized that I could actually play them they were shocked. These things were probably the best part of me for a while. I'm not good at anything else, and I'm probably not good at this anymore either." He said with a sigh as he sat down at the old worn seat that made him look so natural at the set.

"Nonsense. It's like riding a bike- if you know how to ride one in the first place- you never really forget how to ride without the training wheels, you can just do it. Same with instruments most of the time." I informed and he looked at me with his grin still on his face, but it had become lazy. It was honestly breathtaking with how he could be so good looking without even trying.

"You play something?" He asked and I shook my head.

"Not anymore. I'd learned the piano once, and I used to play the ukulele a little bit I haven't done that since I was a kid so...." I trailed off, scratching the back of my head. He smirked and pointed towards another small plastic covered area.

"There's a keyboard there if you want it. I never got around to learning it so you can take it. I'll never use it." He informed and I bit my lip.

"I'll just have a um, look at it." I said and he chuckled silently. I gently removed the plastic and ran my fingers over the keys of the electronic instrument.

"Play for me, Tyler." He said quietly. I looked over at him and he nodded encouragingly. "Play anything you'd like. Sing if you want to." He added and I took a deep breath before turning the device on and closed my eyes. There was a song that I loved, and it was cheesy as hell but what else is new? I smiled shyly at him before playing.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you. Shall I stay, would it be a sin? If I can't help, falling in love with you. Like the river flows, surely to the sea. Darling so it goes, some thing were meant to be. Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help, falling in love with, you." I finished early, starting to feel really self conscious about my voice all of a sudden once I realized just how into the song I'd become and hadn't even paid attention whether or not I was playing the little piano correctly or not. When I turned to look at Josh cautiously, he was staring at me.

"Just like riding a bike, huh?" He asked breathlessly, almost as if he were in another land completely. I chuckled nervously.

"I never learned how to ride a bike, actually."

"Jesus fucking Christ Tyler."

"Oh suck my dick Dun." I retorted jokingly.

"When, where, how hard?" He asked making me laugh lightly.

"Right here, drop it boy. Suck it like a lollipop." I joked and he smirked while standing up.

"Don't threaten me with a good time." He said before grabbing the seat and taking it upstairs. I just wanted to know what he meant by good time?

Kms

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