Intimidation ♡ joshler

fifty three

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Tyler's introduced to two of Brendon's friends (he was distracted by today's upcoming events and didn't properly catch either of their names) before they both climb into the backseat of... Jerry's?  Gerald's?  Well, the driver's car.  Brendon sits by the window and Tyler sits on the middle seat; the other window seat is clearly for Josh.

Brendon manages to give directions to the driver while keeping up with a conversation between himself and the boy in the passenger seat—and Tyler recognizes him, actually, he swears he's seen him somewhere before, and that confuses him, because based on what he gathered from the aforementioned conversation, it's safe to say that he and the boy in the passenger seat don't attend the same school.

But that doesn't matter, and Brendon's directions conclude with the driver pulling up in front of Josh's house, said resident already waiting on his porch.

More introductions are made as Josh enters the carpool, and Tyler finds it to be in his best interest to actually pay attention to them this time to avoid future embarrassment.  

"Our wonderful driver here is Gerard," Brendon points, and oh well, Tyler was close, "And this is his boyfriend, Frank."

Yes, the name is familiar too, but Tyler still can't put his finger on where the fuck he knows this kid from.

Josh plops down onto the seat reserved for him, turning to Tyler to place a gentle peck on his temple, the younger boy bowing his head as he blushes and smiles to himself—and Brendon starts fangirling again, and Brendon's so fucking weird, honestly, but that's Brendon for ya.

Gerard starts driving toward their next destination, which barely takes a minute to get to, and Pete climbs into the car before they're off again.

The last house is in a neighborhood a bit further down than Tyler's.  He takes in his current, unfamiliar surroundings—there's a plethora of graffiti sprayed onto a lot of the fences he sees.  So far he's seen a few dicks, "fuck 12's," and messages announcing who was where, but despite that, the houses are quite nice.

When they finally get to the house, a girl with long, blue air rushes out; she's introduced as Ashley, and she sits in the middle row with Pete.

Now that the car's full of chatty teens, Gerard drives towards the nearest skating rink—it's, like, twenty minutes away.

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After waiting in the entrance line and paying, the friends get in the next line to get their shoes—and Tyler fucks up before they can even start skating, because he doesn't know his fucking shoe size and has to take his shoe off to see the number at the bottom, but him being the clumsy fuck he is, he lost his balance and fell on top of Frank, sending them both crashing to the floor in front of everyone.

Tyler apologizes profusely, and Frank does his best to reassure him that it's alright and that he didn't mind, but fuck, dude, that was mortifying.

Tyler's still beet red and dead inside by the time he and Josh have their skates on, and Josh tries to console the smaller boy as they make their way to the practice rink, Tyler desperately gripping the other's hand as he struggles to figure out what to do with his legs.