flower crowns and other neat stuff - joshler

part 12

"i'm just saying, the possibility of aliens actually being a thing is so much more likely than even the idea of zombies! anyone who thinks aliens are impossible is a complete idiot and deserves to be left on a foreign planet for the natives to deal with," josh exclaimed, pacing around the clearing completely lit by the moonlight and the already low fire.

pete made an exasperated noise and rolled his eyes. "do you understand how crazy you sound right now, my dude? do you have tinfoil hats, too? i bet you go around saying you were abducted by aliens, because that's seriously how insane you sound at the moment."

tyler reached into the marshmallow bag absently for what was probably the fiftieth time, not taking his eyes off of the argument that was happening before him.

it had taken almost a week to get mikey to listen to gerard when it came to josh (frank was much more trusting of his boyfriend's judgement, it only taking him about a day of gerard subtly talking up josh before agreeing that he was awesome).

pete was a whole other story.

the combined efforts of mikey, gerard, and patrick were barely enough to convince him to give josh a chance, but, despite his stubbornness, after hanging out with him for about ten minutes he'd changed his mind.

that was probably due to the fact that josh had the most deadly puppy eyes that tyler had ever seen. seriously, he could achieve world peace. he was magical.

brendon and dallon, however, were much more willing to at least let josh sit at the table, although, considering the fact that literally everyone that they were close to liked him, it wasn't very shocking.

all in all, tyler's plan was successful. now he was able to dwell in his angst 24/7, and he wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad thing.

it was the first weekend after josh sat with them at lunch for the first time (he'd managed to squeeze in next to tyler, which was the cherry on top of the angst fest bordering on disgusting pining that he was suffering. at least tyler wasn't forced to sit next to pete's heelies, though, so. that was a plus), and they had all decided to celebrate the success by lighting things on fire in the woods at night.

so, in other words, they were having a bonfire.

there were s'mores, which unleashed a speech from dallon about how apparently the word s'more didn't make sense to the point of it being offensive, which no one understood. but dallon seemed passionate about his hatred of the word s'more, so they all decided to leave it be.

then mikey mentioned how bright the stars were, which led to a discussion about space, that inevitably brought them to aliens.

pete just so happened to disagree with the concept of aliens, and josh disagreed with his disagreement.

and that brought them all to this point.

on one side there was tyler munching on marshmallows, brendon on his phone, and dallon glaring at a s'more. on the other, mikey and patrick ignoring what was happening, and gerard and frank making out while the showdown between two with the strong feelings about aliens progressed.

just the usual.

it was quite nice, actually.

tyler felt like he belonged which, to tell the truth, was something he hadn't felt in a while.

the only thing that could make the moment better was if his little (he had no choice but to use the word) crush on josh was requited, but not everything could be perfect, and he might as well be happy with what he was given.