Six Feet Under |Joshler|

INTERVIEW

TW// Mentions of sexual assault, and insulting the victim. read with caution

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"C'mon Tyler, lighten up a bit."

Tyler's scowl only deepens as he adjusts his suit before setting his gaze on the tinted window of the car.

He only agreeg to go to the interview without a fit so long as he got to bring his team along with him, who also happened to be the only people he made friends with. However, he was starting to regret it.

"Forget it, Mark. Just leave him be." Michael, the only person who was suppose to be coming in the first place considering he was Tyler's bodyguard, said. Tyler is thankful that there's no bite in his words because he understands that Tyler is on the brink of snapping and that he'd rather be anywhere but here. Michael always seemed to understand.

However, what he didn't understand was a big part of Tyler's fear was driven by the fact that Josh might watch, and Tyler was being forced to fabricate a bunch of lies to save his image.

It was probably best, Tyler knew. He wasn't made for any sort of relationship, only for boxing. The only thing he has any worth in is hurting people.

But he couldn't help the fact that he wanted to be around him, that Josh's very presence made him feel calmer without even trying. Which is why he was up all night thinking up ways to find the boy and somehow be around him. He didn't have to be in a relationship with him to be around him—he could control his feelings.

Right?

"You'll be fine, Tyler. Just go in there, do as rehearsed, put on that signature smile, or well smirk in your case." This time it's jon, his physical therapist, talking. Using he same pep-talk voice he does when cleaning Tyler up in the ring during the breaks between rounds, though a lot quieter.

Yet this didn't motivate Tyler in any way shape or form, in fact the idea of having to do exactly that is what made him even more nauseous. Because he doesn't want to have to say those things and he didn't want to seem like some idiot with his head up his ass.

"He doesn't want to do those things, Jon. He knows that Jack's attention seeking ass is trying to turn him into a sellout." Dallon says and he's right, yet his comment is what pisses him off the most.

"Don't talk about him like that. He's just trying to help—he knows what's best for me." Tyler snaps and the car is dead silent, everyone giving each other the same stupid look they always did when Tyler defended Jack.

He never understood why, Jack was a good person after all. He was a little tough maybe but he just cared about Tyler, he knows it. 

"Sorry, Ty." Tyler merely nods at Dallon's apology, his eyes trained back on the road through the tainted window.

The tension slowly dissipates through the rest of the fifteen minute ride, only to arise once again as they arrive at the large building.

There are paparazzi everywhere.

"Don't worry Tyler, I got it." Michael's words only do so much for Tyler who's looking out the window wide-eyed, his stomach churning when the said paparazzi begin to become suspicious of the expensive looking, tainted-window car and start approaching.

He's handled crowds before, he does so every match, but the idea of that large of a crowd getting in his personal space didn't sit right with him, or anyone for that matter.

They all decide the sooner they get in the building the better, and so the team starts piling out, surrounding a sort of safe circle around Tyler as they make their way to the building.