Trigger warning: Josh isn't real, mentions of the Grammy's
Yes I'm aware this is really late read the a/n at the end
"Hey Josh, wanna come over to my place and watch the Grammy's? It'll be just you and me," Tyler said excitedly into the phone (ik this isn't how it went but roll with it).
"Sure, why not. I'll be there in like ten minutes, cool?" Josh replied, getting up to find his keys. "Should I bring snacks?"
"Nah, I got us covered. Just bring yo beautiful self," Tyler chuckled into the phone.
"I'm straight!" Josh exclaimed back, a bright red blush creeping over his cheeks. Somehow, he knew Tyler could tell.
"Yeah, straight as a circle."
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Josh pulled up into Tyler's driveway after about ten minutes, as promised, with a pile of blankets and pillows. He walked up to the front door and opened it, knowing Tyler kept it unlocked.
"Woah, whats with the squish?" Tyler said, laughing at the mountain of pillows blocking his best friend's face. "Wait, how did you drive here like that?"
"It doesn't matter, I'm here now," Josh said, a mischievous grin slipping over his face. "And your roommates hog all the blankets and shiz, so I brought my own."
Chuckling, Tyler led Josh into the house and plopped him down on the giant beanbag chair they used instead of a couch.
"Here, get under the blanket," Josh mumbled, lifting the corner so Tyler could wiggle in.
"And you call yourself straight," Tyler said, scooting to Josh's side. "Why are you so cold? Jeez, it's like sixty degrees out. Practically summer!"
Scrunching up his nose, Josh turned on the TV and set it to the right channel. "Can I take off my pants?"
"Dude. Why are you even asking that?" Tyler deadpanned. "Frick yeah you can take of your pants! In fact, I'll do that too."
Rolling his eyes, Josh pulled his sweatpants down his hips, struggling a little as they got caught on his feet. Tyler did the same, albeit a little more graceful.
They both sat back in the beanbag, covering their legs with the blanket. The Grammy's were just starting, and the nominees for best rock album were being announced.
"If we ever win a Grammy, we should accept it in our underwear," Josh piped up suddenly. "That would be sick."
"Dude, you're so right, we should," Tyler snorted. "What made you say that?"
"The author is so exhausted and she wants to get this chapter up," he replied. "It's really short and terribly written, but she doesn't want to disappoint the people reading."
Tyler gave a confused stare to Josh, but shrugged and wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer so they could cuddle.
"I'm not gay!"
Read this please, it has some important info
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Okay, first thing's first. I give my most sincere apologies for not updating sooner, but the crew of the play I'm in have been working non-stop (me included) and our rehearsals are every day until 6.
So this has not given me enough time to write a proper chapter, and I'm sorry. Our last show is this Tuesday, though, so once it's over I'll be able to update a lot more.
Thank you for your patience :)
-Rhea
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