Tragic Jøshler Øne Shøts

Fifth

A/N: I only followed the lyrics slightly for this one, because I didn't know how to fit the actual lyrics into the characters of Tyler and Josh /:

Look, every other guy has a drinking problem. These days, that's completely normal. Not wanted, but normal.

Tyler, for an example, only had a tiny drinking problem.

But a massive gambling problem.

He knew where to go, he knew the other gamblers. Some nights he was super successful, going home with a few thousand dollars and feeling like a freaking billionaire. But other nights, he would walk off a loser.

He was smart though, he'd never put all of his money on the table.

Well, he was smart before his drinking problem took place.

Three months ago, Tyler started dating a guy who's pretty damn older than him. Tyler had just turned 27, but the guy was gonna be 48 in a few months. Age does not matter.

Oh, and the guy's super rich and awesome in bed, so why not?

His name was Josh Dun. He was pretty fortunate in life, finished some fancy colleges. He has his own business, but isn't the guy you'll see in suits all the time. He preferred living simply.

Even though he lives in a giant villa with three pools, a tennis court and a rose garden. Yeah, simple living.

Josh was a nice and kind man. He wasn't a guy who's had many relationships, he preferred commitment and loyalty. He could also cook and he took care of his residence and his cats (Tyler really hated those cats, ugh) and his business and all that.

Oh and he was so good at sports. His favorite were swimming, tennis, golf and recreational shooting. He had a lot of guns in his house, and was proud to actually be a very good shooter. Tyler loved playing with those guns, when they weren't loaded, of course.

Josh was amazing.

Tyler was trying to hint at wanting to live together, but Josh was probably not seeing it.

If they lived together, that'd mean their relationship would grow and eventually it'd be "My money is your money"

Yeah, Tyler's kinda in it for the money.

Okay, he's not really. He'd just like to actually be able to get money from his boyfren. Y'know, because they love each other and all that.

He would never ask for money though. Nah-ha. For some reason, anxiety would completely take over him when it came to needing to ask for money. He'd just change the subject as soon as possible, pretending to forget what he wanted to ask. And it's been like that since he was a kid.

One night, Tyler was gambling. Again.

But on this particular night, he was gambling with some men that are famous for never walking off as losers.

And Tyler was doing amazing. It actually seemed like he was going to win until the first round of drinks arrived. All hell broke loose from that moment. He was laughing at everything, drinking far too much, mumbling nonsense, losing money. He didn't even have much money, for God's sake.

By the end of the night, he had lost his last dollar. He took a taxi to come home, falling asleep beside his couch.

He didn't wake up until afternoon the next day. His first stop was, as always, the fridge. He took some strawberry pudding and made a mental note for himself to go buy groceries.

He spent the whole afternoon and evening eating pudding. He found some show on Netflix and watched, already too emotionally attached to the characters (Why does this have to happen every single time?).

Right then, around midnight, it hit him. He didn't check his wallet.

He'd always check his wallet after a drunk gamble. Better see it for yourself than try to remember when you probably won't.

And so he saw. The emptiness. This wallet was currently representing a lot of people on the inside.

No, no, no. He can't be broke. Not now. He just got fired this week, how is he supposed to stay alive?

He looked through every single part of his apartment, desperately wanting to find even a single, hopeful dollar. But that was not going to happen.

Hm, what if he breaks into Josh's house? He could take some of Josh's money, he knows where Josh keeps it. And Josh wouldn't notice, right? He'll just take a few thousands, to be able to live before he finds a better solution.

Going with his fast-made, not-thought-through plan, Tyler took a ski mask out of his closet and pulled it on. He's had that thing for three years now, he doesn't even freaking remember why. He took a bag with him too, to have something to put money into.

After a long-ish walk, Tyler was nearing the front entrance of Josh's house. He rose a few decorative rocks that stood by the doors, happy to find the spare key under one of them.

He unlocked the door, opening it and smirking. This was gonna be good.

Not closing the door yet, he rose his head. His forehead was touched by a gun

BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM

Josh lowered the gun, watching the pool of blood beginning to form underneath the fallen robber's head.

The neighbors heard shots, thus they called the police.