Intimidation ♡ joshler

seventy one

an: so like i usually update on wattpad by first writing in google drive/docs tf ever and then copying then pasting it onto ao3 then wattpad on my computer but im doing it all on my phone and it didnt copy the italics but its like one am on a school night so i guess ima go in and put the italics later i sowwy

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After eating subs that could put Subway out of business, Marie had taken the box of ice cream cookies out of the freezer.  Pete and Brendon had protested to themselves only getting one while Tyler had gotten not two, but three ice creams.  Marie explained why Tyler had gotten each extra, and threatened to give him a fourth if they didn't stop complaining.

And the youngest isn't even sure how that led up to now, where Brendon's bitching at Pete for taking a bite out of his ice cream cookie, the older defending himself through a mouthful of food (fucking ew) that he thought it was his cookie (which Tyler doesn't understand, but is he to talk after that stunt he pulled at Walmart?).

"But you do this every time!" Brendon accuses his friend with a scowl.

"It's time to stop lyin'," Pete speaks around Brendon's food, and this just does it for Watermelon Head as he turns on his heels to grab a trash bin.  Pete looks to the younger incredulously as said boy holds the trash bin out to him.

"It's time to spit it out like Slipknot,because if I can't have it then you can't either," Brendon says, and Tyler thinks that he's actually being serious right now, if the stern look Brendon's sending Pete's way is anything to go by.

But instead of spitting the treat into the trash as demanded, Pete looks Brendon dead in the eye as he swallows, and Tyler tags this as one of the gayest things he's ever seen.

"You're disgusting," Brendon speaks lowly.

"That bite of ice cream wasn't," Pete taunts further, and Tyler's done with these kids.

So, he grabs his ice creams and heads upstairs with them, hoping Brendon won't mind him bringing food up there, especially something like ice cream.

The boy opens the bedroom door and is greeted by dozens of origami swans strewn across Brendon's desk and the area surrounding it, and Tyler smiles sweetly at them, even though they're just paper.  He sits at the desk with his creations and gets back to his second half eaten treat, but his peaceful silence doesn't last long as the bedroom door bursts open minutes later.

"Josh is on FaceTime," Brendon says as he crosses the room to hand Tyler his phone, getting a good look at Tyler's paper friends, "I like your swans, Tyler!"

"Thank you," Tyler smiles to Brendon, who smiles back before leaving the younger alone again, closing the door behind him (it's satan-blessed, bc we have all had enough god-damned doors).

Tyler turns his attention to Brendon's phone now, which he has laying on the desk, camera pointed towards the ceiling, "Hey, Josh."

"Hey, baby boy," Josh returns, and it's a shame that he doesn't get to see the blush tinting the younger's cheeks as he grins stupidly, "How are you?"

"Good, Marie bought us ice cream," Tyler answers, "And I made a lot of origami swans. What about you?"

"I've heard," Josh chuckles a little, and it makes Tyler smile again, "I think my parents' druggie friends have been in my room."

"Why?"

"I kinda don't have a mattress anymore," comes Josh's answer, and Tyler's jaw drops, because holy shit, did they really steal a whole fucking mattress and why??

"Are, are you serious?"

"Yeah, look," Josh says, and Tyler looks at the screen, which broadcasts Josh's bed frame, which supported nothing but a pillow and a blanket; druggies deadass stole his boyfriend's mattress.

"But why?" Tyler asks dumbly.

"Your guess, my guess," Josh says, "I'll just turn myself into a burrito on the floor until I can get a new one."

"Sounds uncomfy," Tyler sighs, honestly feeling sorry for the other.  He hates waking up with his blankets completely wrapped around himself; he feels trapped and it usually gets uncomfortably warm.

"Nah, the blankets will be cushion enough for someone who doesn't own a mattress," Josh laughs again as he turns his camera off.  He can hear rustling from Josh's end of the call, and the older boy is most likely rolling himself into his cocoon (an: completely irrelevant but like the word cocoon reminds me of little bill and that makes me feel nostalgic yo).

"I have to sleep on a mattress or, like, my hips will feel like they're being mashed in," Tyler says as he finally finishes his second ice cream and moves onto his last, which is already partially melted, but of course that won't stop him from eating it.

"That sounds painful as fuck," Josh sympathizes, and Tyler shrugs, even though Josh can't see it; neither of them are on the camera.

"I just try to, like, sleep on my back or my tummy if I don't have one."

"I can't, I automatically roll onto my side," Josh says before changing the subject, "So... Figured out when you're going home?"

"Not yet," Tyler mumbles, grabbing one of his swans to nervously fiddle with.

"I don't like you over there anyways, since your brother's apparently an asshole," Josh says, brother rolling off his tongue in a way that emphasizes Josh's dislike towards said man.  Tyler doesn't say anything; he knows Zack is an asshole, but he also has his moments that makes the boy feel as if he has one of the greatest brothers ever.  That hurts Tyler, but what can he do?

"Hey, are you alright over there?" Josh's voice brings him out of his head once again, and Tyler hums.

"Yeah, everything's alright."

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