(FLUFF)
Because Josh just doesn't seem to want to leave Tyler alone.
Okay this is really messy and it's kindof bad and rushed and idk but I really like this concept
(Athlete!Josh and Artist!Tyler)
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His head is bowed, tucked under one arm. Slender fingers grip the pencil, slightly pressured against the wood.
The lead makes soft scratching sounds that don't slip into his ears, for they're covered with two white earbuds. His foot taps absentmindedly under the table to the tune of the song, a noisy one, because they're the only things that can shut his mind up.
Two semi-rough hands rest on the edge of his desk, then, and he jumps, chair screeching in protest as his back hits the backrest, earbuds falling out of their sockets.
His doe eyes travel to the boy's in front of him, and he's met with a head of bleached-blond hair. They flicker back to the drawing on the desk, that looks awfully exposed at the moment, so he immediately lunges forward again, arms sliding over the paper and turning it over.
He rests his hands on the surface for an extra measure.
It seems to be too late, however, as the jock in front of him speaks up, and he's surprised to hear the awe-filled voice that for once, isn't spitting words of venom.
"That was really good, woah." Joshua breathes, coffee-cupped eyes wide, and Tyler's cheeks flush a deep red, eyelashes flickering to hide his honey irises as he glances down at his hands.
"It's not." he mumbles, before raising his voice, just enough for Josh to hear him. "Thanks."
"I never knew you could draw." the taller boy continues, watching as Tyler's head only lowers, pearly teeth moving to clasp his bottom lip down.
"I-I can't. S'nothing."
"It is." Josh insists, and the brunet's heart squeezes again, because oh my god Joshua William fucking Dun is talking to him, oh my god. Tyler isn't even sure if the jock knew he existed before.
Tyler looks up, demure brown eyes flickering across Josh's hopeful face, and making a mental note to sketch those eyes out after he leaves, just so he has something left of him at least, because wow, they're beautiful, and Josh will probably never talk to him again after this one encounter.
The song in his phone changes, but he's too busy findling with his fingers anxiously to notice that they've even fallen out. At that moment, Josh's friend yell at him, and the blond glances up with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.
"I gotta go." he says breathlessly, the corner of his velvety lips tugging into a small smile as he turns back to Tyler. "See you around?"
Tyler only nods dumbly, fingertips squeezing the pencil that they're wrapped around. He watches as he leaves, bag slinging lazily on one shoulder, his hand running through messy blond locks.
He turns back to his desk, shrinking back into himself as he flips the paper back around with trembling hands.
Goddamn, those eyes.
