The next morning, Josh woke up with a slight headache, and about a hundred thousand texts from Tyler. He hadn't taken the time to read them, because he was really too tired, but eventually forced himself to grab his phone and read them. They started out nice, but then progressed to a terrible ending.
Tyler
gm wanna go out for breakfast
Tyler
wait... why is your car here at the apartments?
Tyler
josh what's is going on? why is your car here, but you aren't in the apartment floor?
Tyler
where the hell are you?
Tyler
you better have a very fucking good explanation for this
Tyler
so i find out from my neighbor that you were seen going into gabriel's apartment?
Tyler
ignoring me isn't going to solve this problem
Tyler
josh you need to fucking answer
Tyler
i'm honestly about to barge into gabriel's apartment and demand answers if you won't give them to me
Tyler
so i have to find out from a drunk gabriel that you two kissed?
Tyler
fucking whore is what you are
Tyler
you better not ever show up at my building ever again, you gold digging slut
By the end, Josh's eyes were wider than the moon. He quickly typed in a text, in hopes of giving a chance to explain himself.
Me
first of all, you need to calm down. i was drunk, that's why i let him kiss me. secondly, we aren't dating??? we've literally had sex like three times. why are you being so damn controlling?
Me
also, for your information, i left my car there because i was drunk and i didn't want to drive, asshole.
Perhaps Josh's answer was a little blunt and straightforward (and rude), but he did not like the way Tyler had simply assumed things. Tyler should've at least given him a chance to explain himself. Gabriel was simply a friend. Josh's phone vibrated.
Tyler
you still let him kiss you when you were drunk? that's hard to believe, because you don't seem like the type of person to let somebody do something to you when you're drunk.
Me
i'm sorry, but what's the definition of being drunk to you?? to me, it's being out of your mind because you drank too much alcohol. which leads to bad decisions.
Tyler didn't answer for a second, and Josh grinned, pleased with himself.
Tyler
go to the same restaurant we've been to. i'll see you there at noon. you have a lot to explain.
Me
oh god but i have a hangover. i don't want to be out.
Tyler
you better fucking be there.
Me
jeez fine no need to be so controlling. do you have like control issues or something?
Tyler
only with the people that disobey me.
Josh's mind took a dirty turn, and his face tinged a light pink. He replied with a 'see you there' and got up to get ready.
+ + +
At exactly noon, Josh arrived at the same restaurant he'd come to before with Tyler. He fidgeted nervously in front of the entrance, trying to work up the courage to go inside. Fortunately, he didn't have the make the decision. At feeling a hand snake tightly around his waist, Josh jerked back and turned to look at whoever it was in appall. Tyler smiled at him, but the smile was obviously forced. There was a fire in his eyes, one that seemed to say: you're in big trouble.
"Um, hey." Josh squeaked, shrinking a little. It was easier to be confident over text; when it was face-to-face conversations, Josh struggled to stay confident.
"Hey," Tyler replied, even sounding angry. He began to walk inside, pushing Josh in. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
"Uhm, well, I mean, it was fun and, um, all but n-not really." Josh stuttered. He let himself be guided, hands clutched into fists.
"Hello!" A waitress said cheerfully. "The usual, Mr. Joseph?"
Tyler nodded. "Yes, Megan, thank you."
The waitress, Megan, scurried off to a table. Tyler followed, pushing Josh along. When they arrived at the table, Tyler pushed Josh down into the chair and took a seat opposite of him.
"I'll go get your order." Megan said, and didn't even glance at Josh. She ran off, and Tyler looked back at Josh.
"Well?" He said, expectant.
"Okay, I had shown up at your apartment building because of the text I got. I was going inside when Gabriel came out, getting something from his car. He greeted me, told me that you weren't at the building, and that's when I got your text. He invited me for dinner, I accepted, and we drank wine." Josh blurted out, speaking fast. "I stayed for a while, got up to leave, he kissed me, I left."
Tyler stared at Josh, gaze boring into the blue-haired man.
"So I'm actually not a 'gold digging slut', like you said. I simply made other plans because you canceled." Josh added.
A deep sigh escaped Tyler, and he ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, fine, I'm sorry. I overreacted a little."
"A little?" Josh raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry," Tyler repeated. He actually sounded sincere.
"It's fine." Josh shrugged. "I mean, the situation probably doesn't look too good without context."
"No, it doesn't." Tyler agreed.
"So, why did you cancel yesterday?" Josh traced the pattern on the table clothes with his finger.
Tyler stiffened, expression contorting into one of irritation and fright for a second. "Uh . . . just, um, business stuff." He said, tone cold.
"Business stuff?" Josh prodded.
"Yes." Tyler replied stiffly. "Are you hungry?"
Josh pretended like he didn't realize the sudden, almost desperate change of topic. "Yes, I actually am. Mind giving me your menu?"
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