Intimidation ♡ joshler

seventeen

Tyler's tummy is fluttering uncomfortably with excitement as the bus pulls up at his stop, and he wills himself to slow the fuck down as he nearly runs off the bus.  He stands and waits for Josh at the corner, nervously watching other students exit the carpool and head to their own homes.

Josh is the last person off the bus for this stop, and Tyler greets him with a shy smile as the bus pulls away.  Josh returns it with a smirk.

"Did you want anything from your house before we head to mine?" Josh asks, tilting his head in the direction of where he knows is the smaller boy lives.

Tyler shakes his head, so the two head towards Josh's house.  It's only about a minute's walk, unlike Tyler's five minute walk to his own, and he's really glad that he decided to just go straight to Josh's house; it's finally starting to get pretty cold out, and Tyler doesn't wear a coat to school since he didn't buy a locker.

"So," is the first thing Josh says as soon as he gets the front door open (and holy shit, Tyler's in Josh's house), "Do you need the wifi password?"

Tyler nods and retrieves his phone from his pocket, inserting the passcode before placing the device in the other's hand.  Josh wonders off upstairs with it in his possession, and Tyler starts to wonder what the fuck he's up to, so he has to remind himself that Josh probably hasn't memorized his wifi password and has it written down somewhere.

"You coming?" Josh calls down to Tyler, who carefully ascends the stairs, gripping the rail tightly—he may or may not be slightly afraid of stairs.  Only one of the doors are open, so it's safe to assume that Josh is in there.

Tyler steps into the room to find Josh hunched over a desk, glancing at a sticky note before tapping at his phone, and that proves his earlier assumption that Josh hadn't memorized the wifi password.  

"I know I invited you over to play basketball, but it's colder than it was earlier this week," Josh says as he hands the phone back to Tyler, who nods understandingly to Josh implying they stay indoors.  He then motions towards his bed his book bag was slumped against, "You can drop your bag there if you want."

Tyler slips his bag off his shoulders, carefully easing the bag onto the floor next to the other.  Josh plops down onto his bed with a huff, scooting back until his back is against the wall, "Come sit, Shybutt."

Tyler—needless to say—blushes as he complies, sitting close but not too close, because he doesn't want Josh to think he's weird.  He likes Josh, and he wants Josh to like him.

Neither of them say anything for a moment, just fuck around on their phones in silence, until Josh clearing his throat breaks it.

"I have a Wii," Josh starts, gesturing towards an armoire situated across from them, doors kept shut by a lock, and Tyler wonders why he has his Wii locked up like that.  Josh leans forward towards his bag, rummaging through it, pulling a key out of it before handing it to Tyler, "You can pick out a game we can play for a few hours."

Tyler hums in response as he pushes himself off the bed and crosses the room, grabbing the lock and inserting the key.  He unlocks the doors and opens them to reveal a TV, a Wii, and a box which he assumes holds all the games.  

There aren't many games to begin with, but Tyler's surprised to find that not even half of them are Wii games—they're for the PS4, but he doesn't see one.

And it's as if Josh read his mind, because he answers the question before Tyler can even ask himself anything, "My parents sold half of my shit a while back."

And actually, that also answers Tyler's question from before, the one about the lock on the armoire.

But, a new question arises; why did his parents do that in the first place?