mine [joshler]

II (Tyler's POV)

I mean, it wasn't like I meant for Josh to see the black lace panties that I had picked out this morning, especially for him. I loved to show off for the boys, and I couldn't help but smirk when he called me sweetheart, my heart fluttering in my chest.
I was guilty for having thoughts about what Josh would do to me. I wanted him on me, and I wanted him to run his hands down my sides and give me what I want.
But it's not like he actually knew I liked him.
I knew that he knew that I was gay, and that I had a thing for showing off, but did he know that I liked him? Oh god, he was the whole package. He was so strong and tall, and really sexy. I wanted him close to me, but I knew he had a girlfriend. What was I supposed to do?
All of these thoughts rushed through my head as I picked up that stupid pencil for him, and I knew he saw it.
He'd only seen me exposed like that about three times, and I was wondering if he was catching on, or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe, he was baiting me with the damn pencil and I was falling for his stupid tricks. Was I that dumb?

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Fourth period was the next class I had with Josh, art. It was my favorite for this reason. He sat across the room, but I would draw him almost every day. Maybe I would actually talk to him today. He seemed a little fidgety when I walked over to get my art supplies, and I knew he was watching.
I grinned as I walked over to the table that I shared with Brendon. I needed to spill.
"God, Brendon, I'm in love." I awed, biting my lip as I looked at Brendon.
"Huh? You're always crushing on different guys. Last week it was Ryan-" He pouted.
"No! This is different! Josh Dun," I whisper-yelled, "He's just, so perfect, with the big dimples he has and his darling eyes- Oh God, I love him."
"You're just saying that. I'm serious. You'll be over him by next week." Brendon chuckled.
"I need you to listen. So, in English today, he asked me to pick up his pencil,"
"Three different boys have done that same trick!" Brendon rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, Brendon!" I giggled, so in love, "Anyways, he asked me to pick up the pencil and I bent over,"
"You seriously did it again? Again?  Oh God, you're so dumb." Brendon laughed.
"I heard him say, 'goddamn', or something like, but I know he's  into me. You'll see, he'll come crawling back to me." I grinned.