deadcrush; t.j. + j.d.

ii; listen

boredom; tyler, the creator

"this is bullshit."

"watch your mouth!"

"sorry," josh says, his voice sounding genuine until the next words leave his tongue, "this is fucking bullshit."

tyler gasps, biting at his bottom lip in an attempt to calm himself down. "listen to me," tyler says, leaning down closer to josh, keeping his voice low, "your rights stop where mine begin. you have the right to curse all you want, but i have the right to get up and leave since i don't want to hear it, and i really do not think you can afford losing this session."

"what's that supposed to mean?" josh asks, his eyebrows furrowed, his voice louder than considered appropriate.

"it means you have made exactly zero progress since we started," tyler doesn't usually like to talk down to people, and the words make him feel a little guilty. he pushes his glasses up his nose a bit, and josh notices that the younger boy does that quite a lot-- even when his glasses are still perched perfectly in place.

"it's not my fault i have a shi— crappy tutor," josh smirks a bit, his tone amused.

"joshua! lower your voice. we're in a library for god's sake," tyler doesn't understand how someone could be so aloof, so inconsiderate and unconcerned. tyler crosses his arms, leaning back in the wooden chair he's sitting on, "and i am a great tutor, josh, you're just nearly impossible to teach."

josh huffs, "you haven't even tried to teach me yet!" he holds his hands out; exasperated tone and gestures.

"because you won't look at me long enough for me to explain anything to you!" tyler's voice is softer, but his tone is just as frustrated as josh's.

josh leans back in his seat, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. he looks up towards the library ceiling for a second, and tyler notices that he does that a lot. "i should be at practice," he mumbles more to himself than to the boy sitting across from him. tyler frowns, his voice sounding gentler now.

"you won't even be able to go to practice anymore if you don't get your grades up," tyler leans against the table, head in hand, studying josh for a second or two.

josh doesn't meet tyler's eyes, nor does he reply. he just pulls his hands from his pockets and crosses his arms over his chest, a look of defeat on his structured face. tyler takes it as a good sign.

"now, we have a pretty lengthy essay due next week," tyler attempts, "have you started on it yet?"

"no," josh breathes in deeply, "i was planning on paying michael to write it."

tyler tries not to grimace, "michael's grades aren't much better." josh notices that the boy's words are a lot softer now, and they roll off his tongue so smoothly that josh finds himself sinking deep into admiration for entirely one minute.

"he's at least not as stupid as me," josh says, his face blank. he knows arguing with tyler is about as useful as arguing with his own mother. (tyler kind of reminds josh of his mother, actually-- independent and head-strong).

"you're not stupid," tyler's never told anything truer, "don't say that." maybe josh wasn't the easiest person to tutor, but tyler knew with everything in him that no person deserved to feel stupid.

"you said it yourself," josh says, "i'm failing an english class as a senior."

"you're not stupid," tyler repeats, "you're just gonna' have to put in a little more work if you want to get your grades up, and i'm gonna' need you to start paying attention. you're not stupid, josh— just not as dedicated to your school work as you should be."

josh's lips turn up a bit, "are you calling me lazy?"

tyler hums, absentmindedly tapping his fingers against the table, "yes."

josh chuckles a bit under his breath, leaning forward and uncrossing his arms. "okay," he starts, "so, tutoring."

tyler readjusts his glasses once more, "i never thought we'd actually get this far."

josh thinks that he's never met someone as honest as tyler. he wears it well, josh thinks, he definitely wears it well.

"we should start on the topic of constructing essays," tyler's voice is confident, strong. josh knows that tyler knows what he's talking about. "i expect you to take notes."

in a few short seconds, josh is pulling out his laptop. taking notes does not sound very pleasing to the older boy, but neither does getting kicked off the football team. "and make sure you can understand your own notes, joshua. you never want to take a whole page of notes and then reread them two days later only to be completely confused on what you were meaning. trust me, i've done it before."

tyler moves his hands as be talks, his eyebrows slightly quirked up and his lips turned upward. josh notices the obvious change in the younger boy as soon as he starts. tyler is probably the most intelligent person josh has ever met. "oh," he starts again, "and don't use unnecessary words! use key words. it saves time."

josh nods slowly. "should i be taking notes on taking notes?"

tyler giggles a bit, his eyes gleaming. josh thinks he'd make an excellent teacher. "that's what i was just getting to! if it seems important— if it's valuable information— if it sticks out to you, write it down. so, if this is all new and important, get to typing."

josh has never started typing quicker in his entire life.

"how can you go so far into something as simple as taking notes?" josh asks, still typing, glancing up at the younger boy every few seconds.

"because it's what's gonna' save your grade," tyler says, head in hand and eyes big, "notes are everything. it's like your past self helping out your future self."

"shit, should i write that down too?" josh's voice has this lilt to it, this special sound of amusement, and it lets tyler know that josh is biting back a grin.

"no," tyler says, one dimple popping out, his voice just as sarcastic, "but you could make a small note in there to remind yourself to watch your mouth."

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