Delinquent (Joshler) [✓]

ii • Who Pissed in Your Cornflakes?

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"Ty-Guy, we are in need of some assistance!" The boy, who Tyler later learned is named Josh, calls out.

And yes, Ty-Guy is just one of the many nicknames Josh has given Tyler in the very long forty minutes him and his friends have been there.

Reluctantly, Tyler goes over to lanes one and two, to see what trouble the delinquents have caused this time.

"What did you do now?" Tyler asks, already regretting his decision to come over.

"Noah lost his phone in this, liney, thing,"

"The ball return?" Tyler asks, not too sure if he understands what happened.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Get it back,"

Tyler sighs, getting on his knees in front of the large columns that lane one shares with lane two.

"Where did you drop it?"

"Oh, like, around there," Noah says, pointing to a slot in between several bowling balls, snickering between his words. Tyler pays no mind to it, seeing as he just wants to go back behind the counter.

While he is bent over, Josh thinks it's a perfect time to stand right behind Tyler, mimicking a face one makes when moaning, and pretending to spank him.

Tyler doesn't realize that Noah didn't lose his phone until he see's a camera flash, and looks up to see everyone laughing and the position he was in.

He quickly shoot's up, cheeks only slightly flushed, as he still doesn't like to show his emotions. He glares at Josh one last time before making his way back to the counter.

"That was very immature, Joshua," Tyler sighs.

"But it was funny," Josh says in between giggles.

"It wasn't,"

"Oh, but it was,"

"Whatever," Tyler mumbles, not in the mood for dealing with Josh, seeing as the first scheduled birthday party was here early, so Tyler need's to call more employees.

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It has been way past an hour, in fact, it has been six, and now the boys are just fooling around, no longer bowling.

So far the boys have spilled four extra-large Pepsi's all over their lanes, managed to scare away one of the scheduled birthday parties by obnoxiously shouting about how sexually frustrated they are, and are in deep need of, quote on quote, "a good fuck with a daddy kink", resulting in the adults to gasp and glare, leaving with their children.

Tyler, however, is the last employee left there, seeing as he is the owner's son, he gets the pleasure of closing up every single day, except his days off, obviously.

But Tyler can't start to shut down the sweepers and ball return until the place is empty, and sadly the group of trouble making boys are still there.

Tyler sits down and sighs, Josh takes notice and shouts, "What's got you glum, baby boy?" Another one of the infamous nicknames.

"You're still here," Tyler smugly shouts back.

"Ouch, Tyleroonie, that really hurt. I'm wounded. My ego is forever destroyed. I will never be the same-" Josh feigns hurt.

"Okay, I get it,"

"Damn, who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?"

That's when Tyler almost loses it. But instead just calmly explains who exactly pissed in his cornflakes.

"You see, that's the problem. I didn't have corn flakes this morning, I didn't even have breakfast. I would have loved breakfast but since I'm the only child left that's not in college I have to take care of this stupid bowling alley. All I really want to do is clean up from a long day of slaving after you careless teenagers, and then go to bed, but you're still here,"

It is dead silent after Tyler's not-blow-up blow-up. Until Josh speaks up.

"You could come to bed with me later, if you want."

Tyler sighs deeply, "Ohmygod.."

It was still twenty minutes before the boys actually had to leave, because the bowling alley would be closed. The twenty minutes went most like this.

"Hey, hey, Ty! What's the code, like bowling lingo, when somebody takes a shit on one of the lanes?"

"A faecal incident, why?"

Then laughter was heard amongst the boys as all six of them shouted "Faecal incident!"

Tyler could almost cry, but he doesn't. Instead, he grumpily walks over there, "You have got to be kidding me,"

They're all cackling on the ground at the sight of the fake rubber piece of poop they put on lane three, "We totally got you, babe! Were you actually gonna clean that up?"

Tyler sighs, "I would have had to, and then none of you would be allowed back here again because that's just plain gross, and I would never have had wanted to see any of you ever again,"

The boys just laugh.

Now Tyler blows his whistle, "Okay. I need to clean up, we are now closed. You can go,"

Josh wraps his arm around Tyler's shoulder, "Do we have to, baby boy?"

Tyler leads them all to the exit, pushing them out and locking the door-- they had all taken off their bowling shoes a long time ago.

Tyler nods with a faux pout, "Yeah,"

And with that, he turns off the lights. But before he turns around, Josh whispers, "See
you next week, Ty-Guy,"

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