Delinquent (Joshler) [✓]

xx • Drumsticks For Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner

they don't fuck, sorry.

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"Happy birthday!" Josh screams, the second Tyler opens his eyes.

Tyler shoots him a sleep induced smile. After he sits up, Josh sets a tray on his lap.

"French toast, drizzled with the finest of maple syrup, with a sprinkle of cinnamon, and for the beverage, a warm mug of hazelnut hot chocolate. Only the finest for you, my love."

Tyler smiles fondly, starting to eat his breakfast.

"When did you learn to cook?" he questions, mid-chew of the delicious toast.

"I actually called my mom earlier. What you're eating right now is my fourth try." Josh smiles sheepishly.

Tyler laughes and finishes his food.

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"Can I look yet?" Tyler whines behind the blindfold. (this isn't fifty shades of grey, get your mind out of the gutter.)

"No!" Everybody screams, causing Tyler to sigh.

The gang is taking Tyler out for a birthday surprise at ten o' clock at night, they won't say where they're taking him, but Tyler is still excited.

"And," Josh draws out the word, parking the car, "We're here!"

Tyler beams, "Yes! I'm taking my blindfold off!"

Tyler removes the blindfold and stares at the scene in front of him, before looking at Josh,

"You brought me to an alleyway?" Tyler asks, his voice monotone.

Noah rolls his eyes, "Shut up," he flicks Tyler's head, "listen."

Tyler goes silent, listening to the distant sound of music and drums,

"Where is that coming from?" he squints his eyes.

Everyone points to a staircase in the far corner of the alley, the faint outline of a buff man showing through the slight cracks of light that are filtering in through the door.

"What's down there?" Tyler asks slowly.

"Let's go and find out," Josh says darkly, wiggling his eyebrows.

Walking down the cement stairs, Josh walks up to the large man and whispers in his ear, the man nods stiffly, opening the door for them.

"What did you say to him?" Tyler sort-of-yelled over the music, slowly growing louder as they walk inside.

Josh stops waking, getting close to Tyler's ear, whispering,

"Seven days,"

Tyler groans, hitting Josh in the shoulder and finally walking inside.

Sweaty bodies clash into each other, spreading multi-coloured glow in the dark paint all over. Everyone is freckled with it, mind the people sitting up on the balcony, away from the drunks throwing paint.

It's honestly super cool. Drunk teenagers spread on stage, drumming on paint drenched drums, resulting in it splattering around on anyone in a three-foot radius.

Black lights on the ceiling, causing the paint to appear brighter, making the scene messily beautiful.

A smelly, alcoholic beverage in a test tube is trust into Tyler's hands, along with Josh screaming over the music,

"You're legally allowed to drink in Canada now! You don't have to if you don't wan-"

Josh stops talking when Tyler chugs down the drink, coughing once,

"Yeah, let's get me some more of that!" he cheers, causing the gang to laugh and cheer as they all go onto the dance floor.

Paint stains their clothes as they turn fluorescent. Jumping and laughing, all having a good time as they down shots every once in a while. Josh stay sober, not only is he the designated driver, but he wants to remember the night at it fullest.

Tapping Josh on the shoulder a little too hard, he glances up at the drums on stage,

"When that guy leaves," he slurs, pointing to a man drumming on the largest drum, "We're gon' go up there,"

Josh smiles, nodding, and they continue dancing and drinking.

Twenty minutes pass, the man is still drumming.

Tyler pouts, and starts walking, albeit shakily, he walks up to the man and taps him on the shoulder.

Oh shit, Josh thinks, as he runs up to Tyler before he can start a possible fight.

"S'cuse you, but I've been waiting for this drum, and it says that once the paint runs out, you let somebody else have a go. But you've been on here for quite some time, and I'd real' appreciate it if you could stop being a hog, and move the fuck over before I shove these drumsticks down your throat, you pig." He slurs, snatching the drumsticks from the man and pushing him aside. The man squares his chest and right before he gets too close, Josh steps between the two,

"Sorry, he's had one too much to drink. But honestly, you were being a hog," Josh shrugs, spreading paint all over the drum.

Tyler squeals happily, as he starts smacking the drum with all his might, his face slowly being splattered with a bright orange colour.

Josh laughs, as he stood there admiring the boy he thinks,

Man, I'm in deep with this kid.

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shits 'bout to go down.