Leaves -Joshler✔️

(11) Sing for me

A/N all fidget spinners should burn in hell <3

//TYLER//

Josh and I ended up going to Ikea along with many, many pancakes.

We got so many dirty looks inside of Ikea, but the way that Josh glared at them made everything better. Whenever someone would look at us strangely for eating pancakes with our pajamas in public, Josh would look the dead in the eyes and squint a little bit to show his anger towards them.

He's great.

We got a grey couch, some yellow and white pillows, a very fluffy and soft blanket that we needed to buy, a lamp, and a rug. We decided that anything more wouldn't be able to fit in his house.

Once we got home, Josh unloaded the lamp and the pillows from his car. I carried the blanket around my shoulders and plopped down onto the chair in his living room. His couch and the rug were going to be delivered soon.

"Jish come sit with me, this blanket is so warm!"

"Ty, that chair is made for one person."

"Then you'll have to sit on my lap!"

"I'll crush you"

"Well we're just going to have to test that theory won't we?"

"Ok Ty"

Josh sat right on my lap, and at first he did feel way to heavy for me to handle, but then I moved over a little bit and wrapped the blanket around him which made it ok. We sat in the chair for a little while, just talking about music.

I told Josh about how I used to write music in high school, and how sometimes I take the keyboard out of my attic and play some of them.

"Ty! You totally have to play with me some time! I play the drums, so we should totally jam together."

"Josh, my songs are not very good. I don't think that you'll want to hear them."

"Tyler don't be silly, of course I want to listen to your songs. Well now I guess our going to have to show me now that you mentioned it!"

"Fine I'll show you tomorrow."

"No! I want to see you sing your beautiful songs this instant"

"But I'm so warm!!"

"Bring the blanket with you, We're going to get your keyboard."

//JOSH//

I hop out of Tyler's lap, and give him the rest of the blanket. He looks at me with tired eyes, and I give him a bit of an encouraging nod. 

After a minute, Tyler gets up out of the chair and readjusts the blanket over his shoulders. 

We walk over to Ty's house and go into his attic to get his keyboard. He still has his blanket wrapped around him, so I carry the keyboard over to my house.

I put down the keyboard in my living room, and drag Tyler over to it.

"pleaseeeee play for me! After all, I am your boyfriend."