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Joshler is real

Tyler's soft fingertips brushed against Josh's bare face. They were bowing down to a crowd when Tyler decided to deliberately make Joshua flustered in front of hundreds of fans.

The room roared, Josh couldn't keep a straight face when his eyes shot over to his friend who was smirking and continued rubbing his cheek.

"Kiss!" A girl in the front screamed at the top of her lungs. Dun faked a laugh and swatted at the air in dismissal.
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Josh sat down on his bunk in the bus, he could hear fans chatter outside, they were all waiting to meet the two boys. But, the pink haired drummer was a complete wreck. Night after night, he would have small anxiety attacks because Tyler would do something cute to him. Some nights it would just be Tyler touching his thigh when the lights got real dark, and other nights it would be Tyler smacking his ass in front of the crowds.

Sighing heavily, Josh checked his Twitter to see people tag him in videos of Tyler caressing Josh's cheek gently. Almost all of the retweets were "OTP" or "JOSHLER IS REAL". A slight smile cracked through his stressed face, everyone else wanted what he wanted too.

"Hey man," Tyler's soft voice broke through the background noise of clique waiting outside of the bus. Josh locked his phone quickly as his neck snapped up, meeting Tyler's friendly gaze.

"Yo," Dun mumbled and nervously played with the bottom of his shirt. "Are we going to go out there and say hi," he asked, unsure if he was acting strange in front of his friend. Would Tyler ever notice?

"Not today."

"Oh my god, Joseph. That was terrible." Josh laughed and shook his head.

"Oh come on man, you laughed!" The tan boy sat down next to Josh and gently rested his hand on top of the drummers. "Jishwa." His eyes fluttered up to meet his gaze as he cooed.

"Yeah?" Their voices started getting lower, this was terrible for Josh. He couldn't think straight when things would get so serious like this. Everything was rushing through his head. What was Tyler going to say? What is he going to do?

"I miss your beard." He admitted with a cocky smile. That was definitely something Josh was a sucker for, Tyler's smile. He would often find himself lost, stumbling over words during interviews when he would catch himself staring at Tyler's smile. Or he would sometimes miss a beat during a show when Tyler would go up to Josh's little drumming set up and start dancing with the worlds biggest smile plastered onto his face, stretching his cheeks to incredible lengths.

"It's only been a day and you already miss it that much? You didn't even give my beard any love when I had it." He huffed. It was true in a sense, but how was Tyler supposed to give a beard love? If Tyler gave Josh anymore attention than he did already, it would be a dead giveaway that he was completely head over heels for a silly little drummer that often dressed up as an alien.

"The beard looked cute on you. I mea-" Before Tyler could finish his sentence, Mark interrupted the two.

"Are we meeting them or no?" He was holding a can of redbull in his hand as he looked at the two sitting awfully close to one another. "This was a pretty big venue, at least a hundred kids are out there. Maybe we should just stay in." And with that Mark turned around, answering his own question without having to hear it from the two musicians.

Josh shifted uncomfortably in his bunk, he wasn't sure what he could possibly say or do to make things a little less awkward for the two. "Uhm..." He nervously cleared his throat and looked up at the taller man that was still sitting closely next to him. His eyes practically fucked Tyler as he scanned every inch of his body slowly. It wasn't intended to be that he was checking him out, but Tyler took it that way.