Eat a Bag Of Dicks! (Joshler) [✓]

7) the first confrontation

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after finding out who the dick-sending prankster is, and that, in fact, not all of his neighbours are retired and well over the age of fifty, josh and trever tried five times to talk to this guy, always failing miserably.

the first time they tried, they knocked on the kid's door.

"what if he's not even home?" josh asked, as trever knocked continuously, counting after every knock.

"thirteen, fourteen, fifte-- good point," he stopped knocking, proceeding to sit on the floor.

"we'll wait until he comes back,"

they sat on the floor for three hours, before josh's excessive skin picking became too much, and his chin started to bleed all over his crown the empire shirt, so they had to leave.

the second time, they were just leaving josh's house to purchase trever seventy-two yellow balloons, when they saw a girl unlocking the door to the dick culprits apartment.

"hey, uh, do you live there?" josh asked.

a look of recognition crossed her features before she shook her head,

"my friend does," she smiled, before opening the door.

"wait! uh, who-who lives there?"

she smirked slightly, "his name's tyler," she supplied, closing the door, locking it with a click.

josh and trever shared a look, before going to knock rapidly on the door.

of course, with no answer, even though they know for a fact someone is in there.

she was probably in on it.

damn it.

the next three times they tried to seek out this tyler, they always came out unsatisfied, it seems the boy never leaves his house!

but one day, trever comes into josh's apartment with a smirk,

"what did you do?" josh asks warily.

with a maniacal giggle, trever smiles, "i rigged the door!"

josh just looks confused, "what?"

trever shakes his head with a smile, "i rigged tyler's door with a wire, next time that chick leaves, which is soon, if i'm right, the door won't close properly, so we can go in and give that punk a piece of our minds," he grins.

josh stares blankly at his friend. maybe if he ignores him for long enough, he'll disappear?

"nope," josh declares after a few minutes of disregarding trever's happy dance.

"what were you thinking?! you can't just do that!"  he lets out.

trever just smiles and holds up a finger, looking at a non-existent watch,

"five, four, three--" he is interrupted by the sound of a faint door closing, and steps making their way down the hall.

"it's go time," he wiggles his eyebrows, running into the hallway.

"trever! no! bad boy, trever!" josh chases, only to walk into the hall and see tyler's door wide open, and trever laughing from inside.

"jesus christ, motherfucker, bloody hell, fucking idiot," he drifts off, marching into the apartment.

"trever barnaby walters! what did i say about invading other people's privacy?" josh scolds in his mama dun voice.

trever pouts, "but, joshy! he-"

"ah, ah!" josh stops him with a stern finger.

"but-"

"nope!"

trever goes to protest again but decides to groan instead. josh looks proud of himself, whilst tyler looks completely confused and gobsmacked.

josh and tyler make eye contact, and against his better judgement, josh gives trever the look.

"ha!" trever cheers, running to where tyler was fearfully seated on the couch, and straddling his lap.

"ack! w-what?" he stutters, his eyes wide and looking distracted.

trever grabs his face, "why are you obsessively sending my pal bags of dicks?"

his lip wobbled slightly, eyes blinking rapidly, as if searching for the answer himself.

"i-i-"

"hey!" the girl from earlier in the week yells at trever as she walks into the room, running over to him and hitting him with grocery bags,

"you're not a monkey, stop fucking acting like it!" she yells.

"w-wait, monkey?" trever yells in confusion between squeals.

she rolled her eyes,

"get out! get out!"

trever springs up, him and josh running out of the apartment, an angry debby running behind them.

they get in the hallway, just in time for the door to be slammed closed on their heels.

"told ya' she was probably a bitch," trever said in between shallow breaths, holding out his hand expectingly,

"where's my money?"

josh scowls, pushing trever's hand away, "probably in a velcro wallet," he snorts, walking into the apartment.

trever glared at josh's departing figure,

"i'll show you a damn velcro wallet," he grumbles, cracking his knuckles and following josh.

he pulls out the wallet he got from the dollar store, "i'nt it cute? s'cheetah print!"

josh rolls his eyes.

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what did the left nut say to the right nut?

"don't talk to the guy in the middle, he's a dick."

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