Russian Roulette |-/ Joshler

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Tyler had been careless.

Forgetfully leaving weapons and sharp objects all over the place.

Josh had swiped a pocket knife from a random desk he'd found in one of the other rooms.

It had been four days since he'd taken it, Tyler hadn't noticed yet, so Josh assumed he wouldn't remember.

Tyler had also left the keys to the kitchen in his room on his bedside draw.

Josh had been curious, so as soon as Tyler had gone out, Josh snuck into the kitchen, checking all the draws and cupboards, for any sharp objects Tyler wouldn't miss.

Unfortunately, he came up empty with any sharp objects, but he'd found a gun in the second draw down, by the sink.

It was loaded, and a thin layer of dust coated it.

It was the revolver.

As he left the kitchen, he made sure everything was where he'd found it, including the gun.

The familiar unlocking sound echoed through the corridor, startling Josh.

He closed the kitchen door and put the keys back where he'd found them.

Cursing at himself for forgetting to lock the door.

But it was okay. Tyler didn't notice, so he let it go.

-****-

Josh sat in his room, on the floor, leaning against the wall, knees to his chest.

He stared absentmindedly at where he'd hidden the pocket knife under the mattress.

... Could he? ... Would he? ... Should he?

His thoughts were cut short, Tyler's voice calling him angrily.

Josh sighed, he didn't like Tyler getting angry. He hated how he was always the cause of the younger boys anger.

He went to stand, placing both hands down against the cold floor to push himself up.

But quickly retracted his hands and caved in on himself as Tyler threw his door open.

"Where is it." Tyler asked accusingly.

Josh furrowed his eyebrows, running his hands nervously up and down his shins.

"...Where's what?" He answered, unsure of what Tyler was talking about, but deep down knowing he was on about the-

"My pocket knife. Where is it." Tyler pressed, placing his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes at Josh.

Josh gulped. "... I don't know- wh-why would I- where it is." He stuttered out, cringing internally at how easily Tyler could probably see right through him.

"Well it's just me and you, Josh. And I don't have it. So, where is it." Tyler gritted his teeth. Angry that Josh would take something without asking, especially a knife.

What the hell would he need it for?

"I s-swear I don't ha-have it." Josh choked out, glancing obviously to his mattress.

Tyler grunted.

Under the mattress, of course.

He walked over to Josh and bent down in front of him. He reached out, Josh flinching slightly as Tyler gripped his shoulder, pulling the older boy forward.

Josh's heart began to race as Tyler grazed his lips against his ear.

"It's okay, baby, I believe you." Tyler said quietly, pulling Josh into a hug.

Josh hugged back, relaxing slightly.

Thank god Tyler didn't see through his lie, he didn't want Tyler angry at him, even though he'd brought it upon himself.

But Tyler did see though him, and he wasn't happy. Not happy at all.