bonjour • joshler •

trente-deux

i miss you so much

i hate how you left so soon

i barely even got to say goodbye

lé tyler: joshua i am in the kitchen

lé tyler: you told me to get food

lé tyler: did you forget?

TOO SOON

lé tyler: oops!

"sorry joshua!" the small brunette yelled from literally thirty feet away from josh. the taller of the two responded with a laugh, getting up from the couch and walking to where tyler had been.

"you're evil"

"i did not mean it!"

"sure you didn't" he retorted, his eyes crinkling in a joking smile.

tyler thought for a minute, "you know joshua, when was the last time you actually-? you know..."

"i don't know," josh started, "i don't want to think about it though"

the brunette smiled, "let us hope it does not happen again hm?"

the duo connected their lips lightly, pure bliss between them. tyler had to stop, however, because josh apparently looked so good that he had to stare at him for a little while. just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, a blaring ringtone broke the silence.

tyler frowned, realizing it was his phone that had been ringing. he stopped in mid walk as he got his phone, wondering why someone would be calling at this time, it was at least 3am in france. the boy sent josh a questionable look before he looked at the caller ID, and his mouth dropped open.

"chante!"

a confused look masked josh's face as tylers hand flew to his mouth with wide eyes, "what?" he questioned.

"he is my ah - old ex-boyfriend?"

"your ex?"

tyler nodded, the phone still ringing obnoxiously in his palm, "it has to be incredibly late at this time" he thought out loud.

that was enough for josh to hear, with no hesitation he grabbed the phone out of tylers hand, hearing the boy gasp as he did so. smiling he hit answer while tyler wrestled him to hang up.

"tyler? allô?"

"yo whaddup it's tyler i speak english now i ain't about that french life no more" josh ran from tyler, hoping to lose him.

"quelle?"

"speak english damn it!"

a laugh was heard on the opposite end of the phone call, and soon a french accented voice was heard as well, "why do you want me to speak english?"

"why did you call tyler?"

"who is this?" the boy on the other end laughed. josh imagined him in a douchey half grin 'im better than you because my family has money' persona. he could just tell by the way he reacted.

"now you listen here chanel boy, tyler is taken"

"pardon me?" he was definitely surprised, josh was having fun with this.

"stop calling your ex at 3am he doesn't like you anymore. he likes this really cool guy named josh and he skateboards and he always talks about how dreamy he is-"

"tyler is not my ex-boyfriend"

josh laughed, looking around for where tyler went, "alright buddy, go to sleep it's way past your bed time"

"pardon me monsieur but tyler is my boyfriend"

his pulse dropped. along with his stomach, and his heart.

"what do you mean?"

"i do not know what tyler is doing over in america but here in france we have been dating for almost a year, buddy"

he stopped breathing.

"almost a - a year?"

he was struggling.

"i am guessing this is a bad time. i will call back later josh - and tell tyler, mon amore, to call me. au revoir!"

numb.

boyfriend? for months?

almost a year?

he lied. after all of this with debby and drama that had happened, he lied. tyler had been lying this while time. how could he? how could he outright lie straight to josh's face every single fucking day and not feel regret.

he couldn't breathe. he didn't want to breathe. he didn't want to do anything. he stood still, the disconnected phone still at his ear. he didn't want to breathe. he hated this. he hated everything. he hated tyler. he hated that fucking nonsense douchebag named chante. he didn't want to breathe. he wanted to run. he wanted to go away without a fucking trace.

he wanted to leave.