Hypocrite (take your pick)

Can You Wash Me, Can You Drown Me?

No trigger warnings for this one, unless you're really sensitive to parenting issues. But really it's pretty light, hope you like it.

Josh p.o.v.

~bold text is tyler and italics text is josh (underline and italics is Chris if you somehow couldn't tell)~

9945553455: hello...?

Josh glanced down at his phone while he was on break, hoping that maybe Chris had texted about the concert he had gotten him tickets to tomorrow, but was instead greeted by a new number.

Uh, yes? Sorry who is this? (sent 12:23)

He pocketed his phone and opened the bag his sister had so graciously packed with food for him to eat on break. It was Josh's third week working at Guitar Center and he wanted to keep up enough energy and mental stability to be courteous to customers who had no idea what a ukulele was. He shook his head as the memory popped up of a customer asking for an instrument that their child had asked for, but that parent had forgotten the instrument name and their child didn't own a cellphone, so the customer had resorted to asking Josh thousands of questions and eventually coming to the conclusion that it was "Like a really tiny, really high pitched guitar!"

Josh's phone made a quiet "bling!" and he slid it out of his black ripped pants pocket with slight difficulty

9945553455: Oh gosh! Sorry, this is Tyler, I'm pretty sure we met in traffic...?

Josh hit his forehead lightly with the palm of his hand and sat down in the fraying brown seat in the break room, he opened his bag of food and typed out a response to the now identified Tyler.

Oh hey man! Yeah this is Josh, I'm glad you texted me, is everything alright? (read 12:24)

Josh shifted uncomfortably when Tyler read but didn't respond to his text, and although he knew that he and this boy were still just strangers, he wanted to make sure everything was going fine. While he waited he added Tyler to his contact list and riffled through the contents of his lunch. Josh wrinkled his nose and made a noise of disgust in the back of his throat when he noticed that Abby had packed him about three bananas along with one ham sandwich. He ate the sandwich quickly and snapped a blurry picture of the bananas to her, along with a pleasant "screw you". Josh really hated bananas.

When Josh finally heard his text notification go off, he jumped a bit and the chair squeaked a little under him. He unlocked his phone to check the message and felt his mouth drop open with shock.

Tyler Kid: I really don't know how to phrase this but, no, everything is not all right. My parents kicked me out.

Josh had started typing out a response when another text came in.

Tyler Kid: Gosh, I'm sorry for dumping my problems on you, I'm sure you don't care, I'm just a bit... distraught. Sorry again, I'll leave you alone now.

Josh's heartbeat picked up speed and his thumbs flew over the keyboard, he knew he was probably misspelling a bunch of words but he needed to get his point across before Tyler could do anything harmful to himself.

Dude! Don't say I don't care! I really do care and I gave you my numbr for this reson! I'm sorry youre parents kicked you out, is ther anything I can do to help?? (sent 12:28)

Josh went to fix the mistakes he had made in his message, but saw that Tyler had started typing so he patiently waited for his response.

Tyler Kid: Thanks... It's nice to hear that every once and a while, but really, I'm fine, one of my friends/band members is letting me crash on his couch till I get a stable job. Thanks for offering tho :)

Josh let out a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair, running his calloused hand through his silvery-green hair and letting his soft lips lean towards a small smile. He glanced at the clock and realized that his lunch break was over, so he sent a 'talk later' text to Tyler and threw out the brown paper bag his sister had put his lunch in. He stood and rushed toward the door, desperate to leave a good impression on his boss and hopefully do well enough to get a raise. He was taking care of him and his younger sister after all, he definitely could use all the extra money he could get.

What he didn't notice however, was the text from Chris.

Chris My Man: Hey man! I got the tickets for you, you're gonna love it, our band is deciding to go with the name 'Twenty One Pilots'. Lead singer came up with it, I'll introduce you guys after we perform, you'll get along great.

Hello lovely people! thank you for reading and *hopefully* voting. hmm... I think i'll mention my best fren, Cait! Thanks for reading Cait! well, have a good day (or most likely night lol) everyone! hope you liked it. ~Alin *hi Nami* :)