Tyler's POV
I couldn't believe someone had actually found my number, let alone texted it! This guy, Josh, sounded like he had a slight stick up his ass, but in that kind of nice old butler ish way.
My phone vibrated in my hand, startling me slightly. I quickly read the reply of, "Yes, that would be lovely", and raced to my room to put some proper clothes on. The black, grey, and white onesie I had on sure wasn't going to cut it.
I looked through my sparsely filled closet to find a pair of black skinny jeans, a black v-neck T-shirt, and a weird flowery jacket thing that would make me look eccentric. I quickly pulled them on, checking my face in the small mirror next to the door. Alright, all set.
I grab my keys and walk out the door, heading toward the closest coffee joint, owned by my favorite couple: Gerard Way and Frank Iero. They made some bomb ass coffee.
Me: I'm on my way. It's the little shop 3 miles south of the restaurant. It's called Wiero's Fix.
I start worrying that I didn't bring warm enough clothes, but the shop was only a couple blocks, so I pushed it aside. My phone double buzzed.
Josh: I know that place, I've been there a few times.
Josh: I'll be on my way shortly, I just need a few minutes to dress in more appropriate attire.
Me: Coolio
I laugh at how uptight he sounds and wonder if that's how he really talks.
I'm just starting to get chilly when I step into the warm café.
"Tyler! Good to see you! We've missed you the last couple of days!" Gerard walks from behind the counter to give me a hug, "Oh, and I love that flowery thing! Sooooo cute!"
I hug him back, laughing. This happens every time I come in, but typically Frank would give me a hug too...
Almost as if Gee could read my mind, he said, "Frankie's in the back getting more sugar, he'll be out in a minute. So, where have you been?"
"My brother threw me a sick as frick birthday party. It hit me so hard, I only just woke up today. There's really only one part I remember; going into that fancy ass restaurant a few miles from here and scribbling my number on a tablecloth. But guess what?" I ask excitedly.
"What?" Frank walks in, giving me a quick hug and going back to his boyfriend, wrapping his arm around Gee.
"Someone saw it and texted me," I say, earning slightly shocked looks from Gerard and Frank.
"And?" they both ask at the same time, seeing the look of hyper excitement on my face.
"And he's going to meet me here in a few minutes!" I exclaim. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and whip it out.
Josh: I'm here.
I turn around, expecting a suit, tie, and glasses, but instead find messy bright yellow hair sticking out of a backwards baseball hat, a nose piercing, and tattoos.
I gasp, taken aback.
"Josh...?"
-A/N- Sorry for the shortness again, but both chapters are technically sposed to just be one. Anyway, ya. Thanks for reading, love you all!!!
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Text For A Good Time (Joshler)
FanficJosh finds a mysterious number on a tablecloth, and soon finds himself on quite the adventure. Tyler gets a text one night, and soon finds himself in love. Switches between Josh's and Tyler's POV