Gay/ Joshler

11.

warning: mentions of vomit (just incase that grosses you out cause i know it grOSSES ME LE FUCK OUT)
Josh's pov:
"We gotta celebrate" Jenna states.

"Ha, I think not" Tyler interrupts. I know he isn't one for drink, I remember one time he had some and he was hanging for days! "You loser" Brendon teases, on the other hand, he drinks alcohol like it's water. "Josh, you in?" Brendon asks, "Ah, I would say yes, but I got a test tomorrow. I needa revise" he frowns "but you go ahead, Ty, you deserve it" I smile to him, placing a hand on his back and rubbing it ever so gently.

"Well, lets go!" Jenna says half way out the hall doors, which is my queue to pass around my goodbyes. I hug Jenna and praise her also asking to keep an eye on Tyler, I kiss Tyler's mom on the cheek, I bro hug Brendon and I pull Tyler into a close hug, nuzzling my head into his neck. "I am proud to call you my boyfriend. Now, go and have fun. You deserve it" I kiss him for a long 5 seconds before separating our own ways. I get in my car and I head straight home. Wow I can't wait to study.

Tyler's pov:
I look at the line of shots Brendon had lined up in front of me. They all look like lighter fluid or something I shouldn't drink. I pick one up and they chant "down it! down it! down it!" And I dip my tongue in it and it burns like acid. "You don't do it like that! You neck it! Like this" Jenna instructs me as she takes one of the shots like a pro, "thats my girl" Brendon and Jenna begin to make out in front of me. Well, I guess now I should take these. One, two, three and four, I stamp my feet on the floor and wince at how much my throat burns. I cough and I sip some water from my bottle as Brendon and Jenna stare at the empty shot glasses, "AYE GO TYLER!!" Brendon jumps around, he begins to pour more and different drinks into a glass. What have I gotten my self into.

11:48pm
I'm like, eleven or twelve shots in, and three weird concoctions of drink Brendon's forced down my throat for the past two hours. Needless to say I can't see straight. I've lost my jacket, my tie is somewhere, in the bathroom? Brendon gleams at me and pushes a vile drink in my hand every time we make eye contact, but I still drink it.

12:57am
Josh's pov:
Integers? Substitute? Polymer? I've been staring at these "words" for a good twenty minutes and they don't even look like words! They're just a bunch of jumbled letters on a page.

I rest my head on the desk for a break and I run my hand through my hair. I scroll through facebook briefly and I see that Tyler's posted something, uh oh. It's a photo of Jenna, Brendon and him making stupid faces. The image is blurry and I can't make out anything. It's captioned something along the lines of, 'i l0ve u guys so mcuh' making me laugh. 'Nice look, Tyler ;)' I comment underneath and I shut off my phone. I rest my head back on the desk and everything else shuts off.

3:04am
That was until I hear a ringing piercing my ears. I groan and lift my head off the desk. I look around to see where the sounds coming from and I see a bright light coming from the desk, my phone. It's a call from Tyler, oh god. "Hmm, hello?" I mutter out in a sleepy voice. "Jooosh. Hey it's Bren. Uh, do'y reckon you could pick up Tyler? He's WRECKED bro" he slurs where as I complain. "Fine. Keep him where he is." I hang up and I pull a jumper over myself and head out.

Luckily, it only took twenty minutes to get to Jenna's. I turn off the engine and I don't even bother to lock the door. I hear loud music being shut off quickly as I knock the door, "YOO look who it is! Come in dude" Brendon shouts but I shove past him. What a mess. I walk around her house trying to find Tyler, going past the kitchen to see different sizes of bottles of drink across the counter. I press hand across my nose and mouth because the entire house reeks of weed and beer. I see Jenna dragging a messy Tyler down her stairs presumably from the bathroom, his face is pale and bags under his eyes on show. He isn't wearing his suit jacket neither his tie, I roll my eyes and hold a hand out for him to take but he just trudges to the door. "I thought I told you to keep an eye on him?" I lowly growl to her. She says nothing since we're half way out the door already.