puppy dog eyes - joshler

.9

"Ryan has a Tumblr account?" Tyler said out loud to himself. After his mother asked him to come home, she took her other three children to their sports games. Maddie was in volleyball, and Jay and Zach were in basketball. He didn't care much, so he stayed home.

He looked at the boys page, seeing nothing but Hamilton and cheesy life quotes. Ryan was in Theatre, but he was so desperate to be good at it. Tyler knew one thing he was amazing at, makeup. That's why he did everyone's face paint or costumes for every play.

Tyler's phone started to ring, an unknown number. Tyler answered, already hearing that familiar voice.

"What up, Hoesph?!"

"What?" He was irritated from the lack of matureness.

"Just wanted to call my best bud. I'm getting so fucking stoned, man!"

"Are you smoking weed or something?"

"Yeah, of course! That's not why I called you though, I wanna talk about your crush on Joshua."

Tyler rolled his eyes, even though Brendon couldn't see him. "I don't feel like talking about it, I have school in the morning and--"

"Awe, you don't wanna get your skinny jeans all messy because you'll be thinking of Josh?"

A burst of laughter came from the other line, reviewing that Brendon was in a room full of people. Tyler froze, speechless. He was scared who might've heard, who Brendon could've told. "Who's there?"

"Oh, just some friends. Want me to tell you who?"

"Yeah."

"Patrick, Dallon, Pete doesn't know where the fuck he is, and Ashley."

"Thank God."

Noises and more laughter came from the other line. Tyler's ears were practically ringing from how loud they were. "Ash, what the fuck are you doing with your mouth?"

"What!?"

"Yo, Tyler, I gotta go. Ashley is being stupid again--Patrick! Pete! Stop, no, that's gay, quite it! Dallon, no!--" the phone cut off.

Tyler put his phone on his dresser, setting his alarm and maturbating until eventually falling asleep.

Sunday's were usually days Tyler rather be dead.