Eat a Bag Of Dicks! (Joshler) [✓]

9) the first official meeting

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weeks after his little meetup with debby, josh is at work, picking at his cuticle when he gets a text message from her,

debbbby: get to the coffee's for closers on main, ri g h t now.

jumping out of his seat, he calls over his shoulder as he heads out the door, "mark! i'm taking an early lunch break, cover me, would ya'?" he says, not bothering to wait for a reply, as he leaves the store and heads to the coffee shop on main street, as told.

he starts with a brisk walk, picking at his thumb in anticipation, before picking up his pace into a run. gradually, he starts to sprint, and is staring at the neon coffee's for closers sign within minutes, heaving deep breaths.

calming himself, he walks into the shop, keeping his gaze low as he gets in line. it's only when he receives his lemonade does he look around for a certain white-haired deborah.

his phone vibrates a staccato in his pocket, and he stands off to the side to view the notification,

debbbby: walk by and spill your lemonade on me

joshhhh: but i don't wanna

debbbby: cute. but really, it's fine.

joshhhh: cute ??? i don't wanna do it because i just payed three dollars for this lemonade, i'm not about to waste it on you.

debbbby: shut the fuck up and pour your stupid drink on me or so help me joshua

josh snickers quietly, before quickly finding where tyler and debby are seated, and heading toward the booth behind them.

as he's walking by, he trips over debby's purse, therefore spilling his three dollar lemonade that he was really looking forward to, all over debby's shirt.

a struggled gasp makes it's way out of tyler, and debby just quietly shiver's at the ice falling down her bra,

"oh, my god," she looks down at herself in discomfort.

josh and her make knowing eye contact, before josh faux gasps, "oh, gosh, i'm so sorry! here," he said, handing her a handful of napkins, "i-i'm so sorry, how can i repay you?"

debby smiles tightly, "just, can you sit with my friend whilst i go wash up?" she looks to tyler, nodding, and walking to the bathroom.

meanwhile, tyler's mouth is left agape, as he has an intense staring contest with josh's biceps, that are straining through the sleeves of his tee-shirt.

following his gaze, josh chuckles lightly, "like what you see?" he asks.

tyler's eyes immediately flash, and dart around the room. that's when josh remembers the most important rule; don't ask questions.

back tracking, he changes the subject, "i, uh, i'm josh," he smiles, tilting his head and willing tyler's eyes to meet his.

they do, for a moment, as tyler calms and then looks to his hands,

"m'tyler," he whispers.

josh feigns a look of shock, before settling for apologetic, "oh, gosh, my friend broke into your apartment! i'm so sorry, he's, uh, he's pretty special," josh chuckles awkwardly.

tyler recalls that night, and the panic attack he had after they left, "i-it's fine, it's fine," he insists.

josh shakes his head, "how about a doughnut, eh? peace offering?" he asks without noticing, really just trying to get on this guys good side.

tyler's fingers clench around the hook of his coffee mug, his eyes flashing around the ceiling as he thinks.

his breathing slowly accelerates, josh is clearly just trying to make up for his friends illegal activity, but the cheapest doughnut here is $1.50, which seems way too much to pay for a peace offering that is unnecessary.

he looks to josh's patient, pleading eyes, and nods slowly, deciding a $1.50 doughnut would be nice, and a way to make up for the extra pill he had to take that night.

josh smiles, "sweet. what kind?" he asks cautiously, wondering if he's pushing it.

tyler scans over the menu, looking to all the cheapest baked goods.

lemon meringue is his absolute least favourite, so no way. plain old chocolate glazed is yummy, and safe, so he'll keep that in mind. then, lastly there's vanilla dip that is good, but drowned in rainbow sprinkles, and he really doesn't need a rainbow stained mouth in front of his new acquaintance-- can tyler even say that? he-

holding his hand to his heart, tyler closes his eyes, stabling his breathing, and waiting for his resting heart rate to go down, before looking to josh,

"chocolate glazed, please," he smiles slightly, ignoring josh's confused glint in his eye, as the man smiles and goes to order.

nailed it, he fist pumps, blushing slightly as josh notices with a cheeky grin.

debby comes back with a cheeky grin of her own, evidently less sticky, as she praises tyler, "that was so good!" she whisper yells, just as josh returns.

handing tyler his doughnut, "well, i better head off, but i'll catch you later, tyler, and again, i'm so sorry about your shirt," he directs at debby, who waves him off with a small wink, and josh leaves the shop.

debby squeals quietly, as tyler stares dumbly at her with a mouth full of chocolate, "what?" he mumbles, crumbs spilling out of the open crevices of his mouth.

debby picks up the napkin that the doughnut arrived on,

call me !! 614 380 4573 - josh :)

tyler smiles slightly around a mouth full of crumbs, and debby continues squealing.

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what do you get when you cross an owl and a chicken ?

a cock that stays up all night long.

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