'tis my birthday today ((:: send cash please, thank.
(and seriously, if you have any ideas as to what i should name this chapter, c o m m e n t) (nvm thank you @ snowflakejosh)
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"Gosh, are you sure?" Tyler timidly asks, referring to Josh assuring him that his outfit looks fine and that his friends won't care anyway.
"Yes, you look cute, bub. Let's go, we were expected to be at the mall five minutes ago." Josh sighs, checking his phone again. (i was gonna say watch but then i'm like, psh no watches are lame, and it's 2017)
Tyler sighs, turning away from the mirror, "Fine, fine. Take me away before I change my mind." he demands.
Josh laughs, holding Tyler's hand and dragging him to the car.
They arrive at the mall after five minutes of audible anxiety from Tyler, and constant reassurance from Josh.
Going in through the main entrance, on the nearest bench, a few rowdy teenagers goof off.
"I come accompanying a majorly adorable, hot guy! Oh, and Tyler tagged along." Josh winks as the couple make their way toward the loud group.
Tyler rolls his eyes, preferring to stay behind Josh, gripping his shirt like a lifeline.
The group quiet down, looking over at the small boy hiding behind Josh's large frame.
"Tyler, this is Jack, Brad, Mikey, Noah and Jordie. They were at the bowling alley with me that first day. Guys, this is Tyler." Josh introduces, pointing at the person corresponding to their name.
Jordie speaks up first, "Ohmygod, that is possibly the cutest human being I've ever seen, like, ever."
Noah nods, agreeing, "Look at his sweater!" he exclaims, pointing to the light yellow sweater swallowing Tyler's small frame, "Gosh, this child is my aesthetic."
Tyler (who is blushing profusely behind Josh), squeaks out, "I'm seventeen." he grumbles.
Josh laughs, "But you're so cute, it's almost like you're seven."
The group murmur agreements, before Josh speaks up again, "He doesn't have many of these sweaters, so let's go spoil him."
"To Forever 21!" Jack declares, pointing his finger toward the busy mall shops.
The noisy group head their way to the desired stores, constantly causing Tyler's face to bloom a pretty pink.
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"Tyler!" Brad exclaims, quite loudly in the quaint store.
"Yes?" Tyler pops his head out from where he was looking.
"This is perfect for you!" he looks excitedly at the crop top in his hands, displaying the obnoxiously large letters, "Daddy's Little Princess"
Tyler averts his eyes, blushing too much for it to be healthy.
"No, no. What about this?" Mikey asks, presenting a white skirt that wouldn't be doing much coverage on Tyler's body.
Josh laughs from behind Tyler, "I think I would enjoy him in these better." he hugged Tyler from behind, before holding up a pair of bright red lace panties infront of Tyler's face.
Tyler squeals, breaking out of Josh's hold, "Guys," he whines, "stop it."
Josh grabs him again, nosing his neck before he whispers, "You won't be saying that later, bub." and biting his neck jokingly.
Tyler gasps, turning around to scold Josh.
The others laugh at their bickering.
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"What the fuck did you just say?" Mikey glares at Josh.
"I said," Josh glares back, "PEZ are gross." (if you've never had pez before, go get some, treat yourself.)
Mikey gasps, "That's it," he poorly impersonates the voice of a female, "hold ma' hoops, gurl. It's on." he declares, raising his fists.
Josh laughs, shaking his head. "PEZ are disgusting and you know it!"
"That's it. If you think PEZ are gross, stand by Josh," he fake gags, "Or if you have taste and aren't a stupid doo-doo head, stand by me!" he smiles, stepping a good five feet away from Josh.
Mikey, Jack, and Brad (and the author) are on the side that think PEZ are good. Josh, Jordie and Noah are on the side with the wrong opinion.
Mikey glares at the even numbers on each side, before smiling sweetly toward Tyler, "Hey, buddy! Why don't you come over here? Prove your ol' boyfriend wrong?"
Tyler opens his mouth to reply, but is interrupted by Josh, "Hey, bub." he greets, kissing his neck, "You should come to my side. PEZ are gross, right? Right. C'mon-"
"No!" Mikey screeches.
Tyler struggles out of Josh's grip, "I-I like PEZ." he whispers, just loud enough for Mikey to hear.
"Whoo!" he screams, "Yeah, Ty!" he drags Tyler over to their side to celebrate.
Brad pulls out a PEZ dispenser (delinquent chapter twelve but every time it says PEZ it gets faster) and runs around, "PEZ for everyone! PEZ for you," he throws a small candy at an old man walking by, "PEZ for you," he tosses another, at a woman handing out tea samples outside of Davids Tea, "and most importantly, PEZ for you!" He yells, throwing the entire plastic dispenser at Josh, hitting him square in the nose.
Everyone is laughing, even Tyler, as Josh cradles his slowly bruising nose,
"I hate you all."
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Delinquent (Joshler) [✓]
FanficJosh is the stereotypical 'punk' who likes to bother a little employee at the local bowling alley. - ̗̀ ★ Where Tyler refuses to give Josh what he wants; free nachos, and any emotion, whatsoever. - ̗̀ ★ completed feb 28 2017 ©cutmylip 2017