𝐼𝐼 𝐵𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓈 • Joshler ⭐️ COMPLETED II

🌻 911. ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇɴᴄʏ?🌻

December, 20, 2017

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Josh's POV

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"We need to do this now," I tell Tyler.

Tyler nods, but I can see by his facial expression that he is terrified.

"Come here, Ty," I tell him, opening my arms.

He bites his lip to keep from crying as I wrap my arms around him tightly.

"It's okay, baby. Everything's gonna be okay," I say into his ear, his body shaking as he cried.

"W-What i-if t-they hurt you?" Tyler whispers.

"They won't, Princess. I promise. I'll be fine. And so will you."

Tyler calms down as I rub his back gently.

I grab Tyler's thighs and place him onto my counter.

He pulls me closer to him by my shirt and kisses my lips. I smile into the kiss. I can taste the salty rain from his eyes.

I pull away and hand him my gun, he nods understandingly.

I grab my house phone and call the police. 

"911. What's your emergency?"

"Tyler Joseph is at my house! And he has a gun! H-He wants to kill me!" I scream, trying to sound as real as possible.

Tyler giggles and shoots a bullet into the ceiling for effect. I hold back a laugh.

"We're on our way. Stay calm and stay on the phone."

I hang up the phone anyways after letting out a scream. Tyler's smile faded as he realizes the police will be here any minute to take him away. He gets off the counter and clings onto my shirt.

I lean his chin up and kiss him passionately. He grabs my shirt with his tiny fists. I grab the back of his neck, and his waist. Pulling him closer to me. Who knows the next time I'll get to kiss him like this.

I swipe my tongue over his bottom lip, begging for entrance, which he gladly grants me. I push him onto the counter, climbing on top of him. Rushing things, because we only have about five minutes until they bust down my door.

"Josh," He sighs, grasping onto my shirt tightly.

I was just about to pull up his shirt when we hear a gun shot go off beside us. Tyler accidentally pulled the trigger and shot my cabinet. We both laugh.

The cops arrive a minute later. I nod at Tyler and he nods back. I sit on my knees on the floor and Tyler aims the gun at my head from on the counter, keeping his finger far away from the trigger.

The cops tiptoe behind him. I look at the cops and then at Tyler to silently let him know they were behind him.

The cops grab the gun out of Tyler's hand then the roughly pull him off the counter. It takes all the bones in my body to not curse them out for pulling on Tyler like that. Tyler struggles against them, as I told him to.

But as I also told him, he eventually stops to let them place him in handcuffs.

The put him in the back of a cop car just as an officer approaches me.

"Officer Dun," Says a white man with a brown beard. "We'd like for you to come with us to answer a few questions."

I nod.

I walk past the cop car that Tyler was placed in, I could see his face through the window. He smiled at me. But I pulled my eyebrows together and threw a soft plate of spit onto the window. His smile faded and he looked away, sadly. I smirk and follow the officer into his car.