Gay/ Joshler

17.

Tyler's pov:
"That's too rough! Stop-give it here" I'm woken up by a cold sensation on my face and a pitchy female voice scolding someone by the sounds of things. "Jee, sorry" the voice argues back. I open my eyes to a familiar place, Jenna's house. How did I get here? I thought I was at that party? And why is Josh sat next to me? "Calm down, you're fine" Jenna's sat in front of me on the floor and she coos me like a baby but I'm too confused to care. "Why is he here?!" I rush my words out that I stutter. I attempt to sit up and get away from Josh but my head spins in disagreement, throwing me back down on the sofa. "We just got it to stop bleeding" Jenna scolds me. She pats around the floor as if she's looking for something, "Shit I need a towel. Er-" she grips my hand and pushes it against my nose just as she runs out the room.

I bring my hand down from my nose cautiously, to a bloody hand. "Argh, erm my god" I mumble out because blood is dripping down my lip. I panic, my eyes look for something I can wipe my nose with. I feel the sofa move, I look and Josh is stood up and is taking off is jacket. "Tilt your head back" he demands in a soft tone. He puts his lard hand against the side of my face to tilt my head back and he gently pushes his jacket to my messy nose. Why is he being so nice?

Josh's pov:
He hesitates when I offer him my jacket, "it'll get dirty" he replies in a quiet whisper. "It doesn't matter. Keep your head back" he gives in and hugs the jacket to my nose. It's a shit jacket anyways.

I glance over to him out the corner of my eye and I can't help but feel sorry for him. He pulls my bloody jacket from his face and examines it, cringes, then holds it against his nose again. "You, uh, might want some ice, your eyes are dark..." I suggest. "Huh?" His response is confused and nasally. "You'll get bruises under your eyes, cause you've been hit in the nose" I explain since the sentence before sounded rude. "Oh, like you used to get dark eyes after a game, I-" he cuts him self off, quickly. I wince at what he said, putting my head in my hands. "Argh..sorry" Tyler mutters with regret. "It's fine, honestly" I allow a nervous giggle to escape my mouth.

Jenna notices us when she enters the room. She stops in the door way and I scoot a space away from Tyler. She totters over in her clicking heels against her laminated floor. She pulls my stained jacket from his hands and tosses it into my lap, and she starts to clean Tyler up. She wipes his hands and face with baby wipes and pushes a freshly folded tissue into his hands. "Do you wa-", "Get the tablets from the top cupboard" she must've read my mind. I jump up and scurry to the kitchen. I find the tablets straight away and I get a drink from the fridge for him. But just as I walk in the room where Tyler and Jenna are, I notice Tyler wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. Jenna looks like she's trying to help soothe him. Tyler spots me standing awkwardly in the door way and he hides behind his hands. This is my cue to leave.

Quickly, I pass Tyler the tablets, I grab my jacket and I make an exit. I couldn't bare to be in that room any longer. Just seeing him how he was, or just seeing him.

The journey back home is eventful. My mind races with thoughts, scenarios and words that'll never be said or happen. I'm trying my best, I honestly am. I love Tyler, even more after how I saw him tonight. But if he isn't trying, should I?

"Mom, I was at a party like I said!" As soon as I step my foot over the threshold my mom is barking in my ear. "Really? Explain the blood on your jacket then!" she scolds louder, bringing attention to the scenario. Ashley sits on the stairs eavesdropping. I rip off the jacket and I clench it in my hand. "There was a fight, and I had to break it up..." I partially lie. I can't say that Tyler got beat up cause' she's be dead worried. "Joshua William Dun! You could've been hurt you-" "But I didn't! Just leave me be, Jesus Christ" I yell back at her. She simply stares at me. Her eyes speak emotions of disappointment to worry. I turn away from her and I head up to my room.

Before I can shut my door, Ashley's foot stops it from being slammed and she lets her self in. "What's wrong? Talk to me" her tone is soft, casual, yet bossy.

She sprawls out across my bed whilst I'm sat at my desk chair and I tell her about tonight. Although she isn't looking my direction, I know she's listening. She's sat leant on my wall, toying with the rubix cube that she found on my bed side drawers, with intense concentration.

She looks up slowly once I've stopped talking, waiting for me to say something else. My eyes sting and my lip quivers. I give her an apologetic smile weakly as I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Come here" her tone is more assuring. Her arms are out wide inviting me to join her, I sit on the edge of my bed and I fall into her arms, allowing everything to spill. She doesn't say a word. She just silently rubs my back and kisses my head occasionally.