Intimidation ♡ joshler

sixty four

Brendon's still in the closet by the time Marie reenters the bedroom with Josh trailing behind her (with his bruises now concealed), and the older woman scoffs disapprovingly as she stomps her foot.

"Brendon Boyd Urie, if you don't bring your ass, I'm making you take the bus again!" Marie threatens, and Brendon lets out a panicked cry.

"No! I don't know what to wear!"

"Some clothes would work," Tyler mumbles under his breath, almost inaudibly.

"Tyler, you don't understand the struggle!" Brendon accuses, "You always wear the same hoodie zipped up!"

"You could, like, do the same sometimes and avoid struggle," Tyler counters, earning poorly contained laughter from Josh and Marie, who are stood waiting by the bedroom door.  He doesn't really understand how what he said was funny, but it still fuels whatever he had of his ego.

"I don't even have any decent ones! Can I wear one of yours?"

"No," Josh is quick to answer for Tyler before he can say yes, and Tyler goes with Josh's answer and remains silent.

"Go see if one of mine fit," Marie offers, and Brendon's dashing out of the closet and down the hall without having to be told twice, "Anyways, you guys want pancakes? We might have time for some."

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They were starting to run late by the time Marie finished cooking the last of the pancakes, and said woman leaves her plate in the microwave for later as Brendon and Josh decide to bring theirs to the car to eat on the way.

"I trust you won't destroy anything until I get back, Noodles," Marie jests as she grabs her keys and half-assedly forces her feet into shoes before she leaving the house with Brendon following behind.  Josh strides over to Tyler rather than the door, plate in hands.  He presses a quick kiss to Tyler's lips as he nears him, bringing a pink flush to the younger's cheeks as he smiles sweetly in response.

"Text me if you need and I'll ditch, okay?" Josh promises, but Tyler shakes his head.

"I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Like you did?" Josh teases with a fond smile, not giving Tyler a chance to respond as he turns and walks out, leave Tyler in the house alone.

Well, at least he's not completely alone; he has a plate of pancakes to enjoy—

But Tyler cringes and scratches his scalp as a plethora of holes taunt him, and he decides that waffles are better; he's never seen a waffle infested with holes.

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Tyler's lying mindlessly on the couch and bored to fuck as he hears keys turning into a lock, and he's so relieved, honestly, because being alone in an unfamiliar house is honestly one of the worst things he's ever endured.  

"You alive, Noodles?" Marie asks as she kicks off her shoes by the front door, and Noodles must be his newest nickname.  He hums in response, and Marie plops down onto the couch adjacent from the one he's strewn across.

"What do you wanna do?" Marie asks, pulling her knees closer to her chest as she gets comfortable in her seat.

"You've said something about, uh, housework?" Tyler brings up, and he doesn't know why he did that shit, because Lord knows he doesn't wanna do housework, but then again, this woman was nice enough to take him in for a few days, even though she's never met him before yesterday.

But, Marie laughs a little, "There's no housework; I always tell Brendon about housework to get him out of the house. He believes it every time."

"Brendon's weird," Tyler smiles to said boy's aunt, who nods in agreement.

"Hell yeah, I can't believe you willingly put up with him," Marie jokes—at least Tyler hopes she's joking.

"Me neither, honestly. He was almost roadkill."

Marie scrunches her face again, "What the fuck?"

Tyler flushes sheepishly, "He ran out in front of my brother's car while he was driving?"

"I wish his ass got hit," Marie sighs with a shake of her head, but laughs immediately after, and he can't help but join in, "But really, what do you want to do, Noodles?"

Noodles shrugs with the sheepish smile that always presents himself when he continuously says that he doesn't know; people seem to get fed up with his indecisiveness, but Marie, he doesn't think she seems to care too much as she shrugs as well.

"I have Wii games and Playstation games—wanna come look?"

"Okay," Tyler agrees, and Marie motions for Tyler to follow her down the hallway and into a room that you have to go down a few steps to get into.  Not a basement, just a room on slightly lower ground, or whatever.  Tyler's not the best at descriptions.

"They're in that cabinet thing right there," Marie informs, pointing to a coffee table situated beneath a flat screen tv mounted to the wall.  Tyler nods and makes his way over to it, taking in the variety of games available for them to play.  She has a lot of horror games—honestly, that seems to be all this woman has, and Tyler doesn't handle horror very well.

"See anything?" Marie asks as she crouches down next to him, peering into the cabinet with Tyler.

"Uh... You can pick, I've never, um, played any of these," Tyler says awkwardly.

"You like scary games?" Marie asks, and Tyler hesitates for a moment before giving in and shaking his head.

"I don't handle horror well."

"Hmm... What about zombies?" Marie starts as she reaches towards the back, retrieving a Wii game, "This one isn't scary, more of a funny game, you know what I mean? Not graphic—visually, at least. It's vulgar as fuck."

The woman hands Tyler the game, and he stares at the cover for a moment.  House of the Dead: Overkill.

"I can try it."  

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