Joshler Oneshots

Best I've Ever Had

Description: Josh and Tyler dated for a few months but broke up because Josh didn't show any emotion towards Tyler. Tyler finds a new boyfriend but every time they fight he goes running back to Josh. The beginning of this time seems like all the rest, fuck and then leave. However, he quickly finds out Josh does have feelings and he's destroying them.

"I saw the fucking messages Matty, now are you gonna keep lying to me?" I question the idiotic man standing in front of me. Absolute rage laced in each word that drips from my lips. I hold his phone up in my hands with the messages open, furthering backing up my point.

"Oh my god Tyler, this again? I don't care about those people I just message them when I'm bored." he says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. After which, he extends his arm towards me in a silent demand to give him back the cell phone. "Come on, I just talk to them. I would never actually go out and sleep with any of them. It's just texting, Tyler." Matty raises his voice, grabbing my wrist roughly in an attempt to get his phone away from me.

"Get off Matty! It doesn't matter if it's through actions or words. You're talking sexually and sharing naked pictures with them. You really don't see a problem with that?" I yell, violently yanking my wrist from his tight grasp.

"Tyler-" he starts but I immediately cut him off, throwing the phone against his chest. "No don't Tyler me. You know what? Take your phone back! You can have fun texting those other guys, I'm leaving!" I scream directly in his face before turning on my heal and walking straight out of his bedroom door.

"Tyler are you really going to leave? Grow up and talk to me." Matty grumpily insists as I frantically scour the living room for my car keys. Choosing to ignore the last part, I spot the shinning silver keys and grab them up in my hand. I have every intention of leaving but he's standing in the way of the front door like a damn road block.

"Matty, get the fuck out of my way." I warn with an unmistakably tired expression. Tears starting to well up in my eyes as he puts both hands against my chest, this keeping me from getting away from him. "Matty please let me leave. Stop this." I beg, bursting out into a fresh set of tears. He shakes his head, moving out of my way as the tears fall down my reddened cheeks.

"Fine go. You're not worth anything anyway, I don't know why I try to fight for you." He mutters, walking back into the house and abandoning the doorway. I take my presented opportunity and walk straight out of the door, trying to keep my composer until I get to the solitude of my car.

     As soon as I climb inside of the secluded four doors, my choked cries transform into full blown sobbing. Not wanting him to see me so worked up over his words, I start my car and begin driving to no location in particular.

     That is until, a bad idea pops into my brain. I look down at my phone and see several missed calls from Matty. However, Matty isn't who I'm thinking of. My brain is screaming not to do it but my fingers are dialing the familiar numbers anyway. It isn't until I'm holding the phone up to my ear, that I start to panic.

"Hello" Josh answers with an indifferent tone. "Uh hi. Are you home?" I question nervously biting at my lip, as I await a response. "About to be, I just got off work." he says slyly. Its almost like I can see the stupid smirk playing on his lips through the receiver. "Can I come over?" I ask the man quietly. I'm practically in disbelief that I am doing this right now. Although, I don't know why I still surprise myself, I do this more then I would ever admit. "Sure. You know the door code don't knock. It will just get the dog all worked up." Josh warns, listing off the same instructions he gives every time. I know them by now.

After saying our goodbyes we hang up and I make an abrupt U-turn towards the same run down apartment in the city Josh has occupied for three years. Pulling up, my hands are gripping the steering wheel with all of my strength. Once I am able to unclench them, I attempt to wipe some of the remaining tears from my cheeks. Slowly, I make my way up to apartment 17A.