In Love With A Stripper (Joshler)

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Holy shit! Tyler thought to himself. Who is he?

Tyler found himself lost in the strangers sparkling, brown eyes and didn't realize the music had stopped until his name was called from the crowd.

He slid down the pole and gathered his money. He picked up the money in front of the stranger and took a moment to look at his features. His face. Oh god, his face. His eyes were squinted as he smiled and little crinkles appeared around them. His nose was a little big, but it fit him perfectly. A small nose ring was wrapped around his left nostril as well. Tyler ran his fingernails along his jawline then walked off, afraid of causing to much attention. He usually never made contact.

"Good show Tyler." His boss treaded, tossing him a towel.

"Yeah, whatever." Tyler walked to his dressing room and put on his favorite sweater. It was over sized and he absolutely loves it. It made him feel like a normal human with it covering his current outfit.

After he gathered all his things, saying goodnight to a couple of his coworkers and he left the strip club without another word and headed for his small apartment, where he spent most of his time alone, waiting to back to work.

It was an endless loop, that Tyler couldn't escape. He needed a new purpose.

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All week long, Josh found himself thinking about the mysterious stripper almost every second of the day. Images of his fluffy brown hair, curvy hips and perfect face, flooded his mind. It often distracted him from his work.

I need to see him again.

He didn't know what it was about him that made him want.... more? His looks maybe, his moves? Every possibility filled Josh's head.

He wanted to know more about the boy. His personality. His secrets. His fears. His everything. There was so much unsaid that needed to be said.

"What's on your mind?" Brendon leaned up against his desk and placed his mug down.

"Oh, I just have a headache." Josh lied. "I've had it all day and it won't go away." The redhead cleared his throat and rearranged some papers on his cluttered desk.

"Just go home." Brendon took another sip of his coffee. "I won't tell."

"Thanks Bren." Josh smiled. "Why are you drinking coffee at nine in the afternoon?"

"BECAUSE I CAN JOSHUA!" Brendon yelled walking off. Josh could hear him ranting as he walked down the hall.

Josh left work early that day and went straight home. He reached for his radio, but huffed what he remembered it was stolen.