~BASKETBALLS~ (Joshler) {COMPLETED}

36. Annoyance

A/n: Does anyone know any good joshler books to read? If you do, could you please comment them. Or if any of you want me to read your own works just say so :)

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Tyler's Pov:

"Josh, stop!" I whined glaring at the boy in front of me. Sitting on my bed with my phone in my hand and watching the red haired devil make a mess of the room, we had just received, was painful.

"Your making the biggest mess ever!" I yelled in agony but he just ignored me, and carried on digging through his suitcase throwing clothes about.

Sighing, I roughly pulled a hand through my fluffy brown hair. Watching this boy was frustrating for me. Just seeing him make a mess was enough for me to have a mental breakdown.

"What are you even looking for?" I questioned bitterly, dodging the pair of trousers being thrown my way.

"My charger." He replied.

I scoffed rolling my eyes. "And its really necessary to make this room look like a pig-sty while you're searching for it?"

Josh didn't bother answer my question as he carried on flinging his items about. "Aha!" He cried out holding up his charger in glory. "I found you!" He spoke plugging it into the wall and connecting his phone.

"Wow, well done," I responded sarcastically. "Do you need me to give you a certificate?"

Josh scoffed and looked up to me smirking. "Can you quit being so moody?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not being moody."

"Yes you are!" Josh objected. "Are you on your man period or something?"

I rolled my eyes once again, standing myself up and heading towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Josh questioned seeing me open the door.

"None of your business," I replied cockily.

I sighed taking one last glance at the state of our room. "And when I come back, I want this all cleared up." I stated.

Josh furrowed his brows at me looking around the room. "You're not my mother so you can't tell me what to do."

I groaned looking the boy straight in the eyes. "Josh! Just clean this up!" I whined gesturing to his clothes scattered across the floor. The red haired boy shook his head. "Nope."

"Please," I pleaded started to become desperate. I can't stand untidiness.

"Nuh-uh," he replied with a smirk on his lips. Josh knew he was pissing me off and he used it to his amusement.

"Josh!" I shouted flailing my arms around, I was really starting to get aggravated.

The boy chuckled crossing his arms over Ihis chest. "Moody," he hummed in a sing-songy voice.

"I'M NOT MOO-"

"Sssshhhhhhhhh," Josh hushed cutting me off and placing a finger to my lips. "Stop stressing and just calm down, baby boy." The red-headed devil's child crooned softly. My stomach couldn't help but flip at the pet name, although he's already called me that like a million times before.

I pushed his hand away from my face in disgust. "Shut up." I muttered. Josh raised an eyebrow at me questioningly.

Sighing, I have him the middle finger up before walking out and slamming the door shut.

"Moody!" I heard Josh yell from the other side of the door as I stomped along the corridor and down to the lobby.

Ugh! Who does he think he is?

Down in lobby, Brendon, Ryan, Jack and Pete were seated on a lounging sofa around a small coffee table.

"Guys," I moaned, sloppily walking over to them and plonking myself down next to Jack.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked studying my facial expression.

"Josh," I mumbled with a pout, playing with the hem of my shirt. Brendon and Pete snorted while Jack let out a breathy laugh. Ryan sighed but he couldn't help but let a smile creepy up onto his pale pink lips.

"What did he do now?"

I shrugged looking back at the four. "Just being annoying, like always."

Brendon raised an eyebrow setting his glasses of milk down on the coffee table. "What do you mean 'annoying like always' ? He never seemed to annoy me."

"Yeah," agreed Pete. "You're the only one who gets pissed off by his presence."

I sighed in frustration. No one seemed to ever understand me.

"Brendon, he made a big mess in our room," I complained. "And he keeps on saying annoying things, and calling me these weird pet names, and when I tell him to clean up he says no. His face is annoying and his annoyingly soothing and calming voice makes me angry. And aaghh, this devil's child! Everything he does is annoying!"

The four of them stared at me in confusion before suddenly bursting out into laughter, causing those around us to turn around and stare.

"It's not funny, guys!" I whined.

Rolling my eyes I stood up. "Whatever," I muttered under my breath only causing them to laugh even more. "I'm leaving," I said beginning to walk away.

"Have fun with the devils child!" Jack called out making Brendon laugh so hard, he choked on the milk he was drinking and snorted it out of his nose.

Knowing I had no intentions to go back to the hotel room, I decided to go on a little stroll around the villa.

The floor was a white marble stone which constrasted well with the beige coloured walls. There dim lights placed across the walls equally with the big grand chandelier hanging from the centre of the lobby making the whole room look very fancy as a whole.

It was already dark outside and the full moon shone brightly in the star packed sky. Walking outside from the villa, I noticed how it was still very warm. That's probably because we're in Italy and no matter what time of day, you won't ever be cold.

Turning around to go back inside I accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oops, sorry. " I apologized to a boy, who didn't look much older than me.

I looked up to see how tall he was.....And boi, this boy was definitely tall. To say 6ft at the least, which made me feel like a complete midget standing next to him. He had dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

"I wasn't looking at where I we going, sorry." I smiled awkwardly.

He smiled back. "There's no need to apologize. If you're looking for somewhere, I can help you with that. My dad owns the villa," he informed.

"No, but thank you. I'm fine," I replied.

"Alright then, I'll get going," he said turning around and walking away. He suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at me. "Hey, I never caught your name."

"It's Tyler," I responded. "How about you?"

"I'm Dallon," he smiled. "Dallon Weekes."