Six Feet Under |Joshler|

POSTER

The brunette hue sighed irritably, sifting his fingers through his unruly- now sweat-caked, curls as he attempted to keep up with his two other friends.

"Why the fuck is it so hot?" He huffed once he had finally managed to keep up with their quick pace. Which, in Josh's opinion, didn't make sense considering the café they were heading to wasn't just going to grow legs and run away.

But no, when Brendon, the main reason they were walking so fast in the first place, wanted to get somewhere, there wasn't such a thing as walking at a normal, reasonable pace.

"Maybe- just maybe, because it's June and we're in New York City." Ashley quips, giving him a snide smile, to which Josh scoffs.

"Really? I didn't notice!"

"You asked-"

"It was rhetorical."

"Asking about the weather can't be a rhetorical question."

"Okay but, um- you know what I mean!"

"Actually I don't-"

"Guys!"

A, very, loud squeal pulled Ashley and Josh's attention away from their conversation—as well as a lot of other people considering the mix of both glares and shocked looks directed at the source of noise.

The two shared a look, instantly knowing what- or rather who, had caused the noise.

"Brendon." They said in unison before following the direction nasty looks given by various people, even apologizing to a few who looked just about ready to beat Brendon's face in.

Who, in fact, was currently bouncing in place in front of a large poster that had been stuck on a brick wall of what seemed to be an old hotel.

"This is what you caused a public disturbance for?" Ashley sighed, glancing at the poster herself with bored eyes. Josh looked over it as well, still not quite understanding why Brendon had been so excited to see this.

The first thing that could be noticed about this poster was of course it's main focus- the man on the front. He was posed in what looked like a ready position in a fight, his fists clad in black boxing gloves- same colour as the various tattoos splayed on his muscular arms and across his chest, and scarlet red Everlast shorts fitted around his toned waist.

Yeah, Josh could see why Brendon was all flustered over this guy.

He looked like a typical boxer- except for the black ski mask on his head.

"What the fuck?" Josh said, snapping Brendon out of his daze.

"What?"

"Why the hell is he wearing a ski mask?"

Brendon looked at Josh incredulously for a moment before rolling his eyes.

"It's his thing, like- it's something that people see and think of him." He explained, his tone like that of someone explaining the most obvious thing in the world.

"A ski mask?"

"Yes, a ski mask."

Josh let out a sigh, knowing well enough that arguing with his best friend of two years was pointless.

"Wait, so let me get this straight, you dragged us around for an hour in what feels like Satan's ball sack, claiming you wanted to take us to some amazing café, all for a poster of some dude in a ski mask?" Ashley questioned. Now it was her turn to be lectured.

"Tyler Robert Joseph isn't just 'some dude in a ski mask'," Brendon corrected, "he is the youngest undefeated boxing champion in all of New York City. Not to mention he's hot as fuck. You guys should appreciate the fact that I am even taking you here. "

Josh and Ashley just shared another look.

"And you couldn't have just looked up his picture on Google or something?" Josh asked and Brendon suddenly had a shy—almost mischievous glint in his eyes.

"N-No, there's one more thing I wanted to bring up." He muttered before gesturing to the text both Josh and Ashley hadn't bothered to read.

THE NOTORIOUS BLURRYFACE A.K.A TYLER JOSEPH UP AGAINST PETE WENTZ ON THE 15TH OF JUNE AT THE SLAUGHTER HOUSE. TICKETS BEING SOLD STARTING THE 1ST OF JUNE AT YOUR LOCAL BOX OFFICE

Josh furrowed his brows in confusion, why would he did he want me to read the-

Oh.

"Nope. No. Not happening. Not in a million years." Josh said, crossing his arms, lips pursed and brows slightly furrowed in the way they do when he's set on something. But of course, Brendon wasn't going to give up that easily.

"C'mon Josh! We're on summer vacation, that's when people like—figure shit out about themselves! How many times in your life will you go to a boxing match? A Tyler Joseph boxing match at that!" Brendon reasoned and the look on Josh's face merely hardened.

"There are plenty of other things we can try! Like bungee jumping or some shit! But a boxing match—a most probably illegal one at that, I'd rather not. Ashley agrees, right—Ashley!" Josh gasped in betrayal, seeing who he thought to be the only other rational person in their group actually mulling over the idea.

"I mean Brendon does have a point. We've never gone to something like that before, plus soon enough we'll be back in college again with stress up to our eyeballs and no time to do anything exciting. Anyways, it seems pretty professional." She reasoned, glancing over the well-designed poster once again.

"Professional? Ashley we had to spend an hour looking for this thing! And where do we find it? On some old looking hotel! Doesn't that seem a little sketchy to you?" He questioned and Ashley faltered a bit. Brendon groaned.

"There were a ton of posters for this event, idiot. I just wanted to show you this one because, you know, Tyler Joseph." Brendon defended. Josh didn't look amused, and his suspicious only grew.

"If he's as much of a hot shot as you say, then why wasn't he on all the other posters?" He asked and Brendon looked about ready to snap.

"Fuck you ask a lot of questions—look, Tyler isn't very liked in the industry because people don't like people who gain success as quick as he does, especially because of how young he is. It's all a bunch of jealousy-induced bullshit but it is what it is. Just give it a chance! It's a boxing match Josh, as long as you're not in the ring, you're safe." Brendon said, giving Josh a pleading look.

Josh was about to protest but then looked at Ashley who was giving him the same look and he decided against it. He let out a defeated sigh and his two friends cheered knowing they'd won.

"I-fine, but the second any fight outside the ring breaks out I'm booking it, with or without you guys."

Ashley and Brendon cheer, bringing in Josh for a hug, and despite the unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach, he grins.

"So, where's the café you were talking about, Bren."

"Right, about that..."

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