flower crowns and other neat stuff - joshler

part 10

tyler sat on the front steps of his house, tapping his feet impatiently.

it was already ten minutes past the time pete had said he would be picking tyler up. tyler was hardly even surprised pete was late, though. it was pete, after all.

even more time passed before pete's pile of rusty metal on wheels (or, as the shorter boy liked to call it, his car) came to a stop in front of tyler's driveway and beeped.

tyler rolled his eyes before standing and stalking over the car, gently opening the door despite his annoyance. he didn't want it to fall off the hinges.

that would probably make pete at least sort of upset.

he slid into the seat next to patrick, who smiled at him. tyler smiled back, and mikey turned around from his place in the front seat.

"sorry we're late, pete's car wouldn't start after we got patrick." tyler rolled his eyes, "of course it didn't. it's like, fifty years old."

pete huffed. "your mom."

patrick looked at him, concerned. "pete, that makes no sense."

"your mom doesn't make sense."

mikey snickered into his hand.

"see, that was a good comeback. mikey's laughing."

tyler leaned forward. "actually, i think he's just laughing because that was absolutely terrible. are you alright?"

pete shook his head. "no."

patrick nodded. "it's true, he hasn't been okay in quite sometime. i think freshman year, actually. his sanity just disappeared after that."

pete shrugged. "i mean, i can't deny it. anyway, are you exciting to go bowling, tyler?"

pete had declared that weekend bowling weekend, so now the not squad was taking a field trip to the local bowling alley.

tyler hated bowling.

but, dallon had mentioned that there was an arcade, and in that arcade there was air hockey. tyler was a slut for air hockey. he was the slut for air hockey.

so, obviously, he had to go. and since pete, patrick, and tyler all lived near each other, and mikey and pete were practically attached at the hip, it was only natural that pete would drive the four of them.

also, pete was the only one out of them that actually had a car. even if it was slowly falling apart.

"not really. but air hockey, pete. air hockey," tyler answered.

pete nodded understandingly. "i should have known. you have that whole 'air hockey slut' vibe going for you."

tyler clapped his hands together. "exactly!"

another good thing that came out of the whole bowling fiasco was the first stage in his 'get josh some friends' plan could be launched.

he needed help, and who better than patrick, who was kind and understanding, and gerard, who was the only one out of the not squad to not have some sort of crazy grudge against josh, to help him with it?

patrick gasped beside him. "tyler, you're not wearing a seat belt!"

he looked down. "i'm not," he confirmed after a moment.

patrick slapped him on the leg. "put it on!" tyler just stared at him indignantly. "we're like, five minutes away from the bowling alley."

patrick scoffed. "oh, really? well, i'll have you know that most accidents happen with a ten minute radius of the destination. so, you could die right now. at this very moment."