today, josh and i didn't get out of bed. we wanted to, but momma dun said she wanted us to just relax and be with each other all day.
she brought us breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and abigail even brought us cookies somewhere in that time.
josh and i wondered if she was doing this as a test to see if we'd have sex if we were in bed, and i think she caught onto our suspicions.
"as long as you're being safe, i don't care," she said. "if you love each other and you want to do it, doesn't matter to me. just don't be loud."
josh and i's cheeks went completely red, but we all started laughing.
"thanks, momma. i-i guess?" josh giggled.
momma dun smiled and kissed both of our foreheads before walking back to the first floor of the house.
"so..." josh smiled. "you wanna do it?"
i giggled and shrugged. "yes and no. 100% yes, i want to do it, but not here because i don't want us to be distracted by someone maybe walking in. especially our first time."
josh nodded in agreement, smirking as he straddled me. "how about..." he said sexily, placing his lips to my neck. "we get warmed up here, then take it somewhere else?"
"you don't wanna wait till we're married?"
"do you?"
"i mean, it would be nice, but you're just too gorgeous to wait for," i said, taking his shirt in my hand and pulling him closer so his lips were against mine. "make love to me, joshua."
and so a heavy, steamy, long make-out session began, and as soon as we started taking our clothes off, abigail came in.
"hi!" she grinned, waving frantically.
"h-hey, abi," josh said, discreetly sliding off of me.
"h-hi, abs," i said, pulling my shirt back down. "what's up?"
"i dunno. i got lonely. can i stay with you guys for a lil bit?"
"we'd love that, abs, but ty-"
"sure," i interrupted. "come sit with us."
we were already out of the mood, and we wanted to make sure we were as good/ready as possible for our first time.
so, it didn't happen tonight.
but it will soon.
very soon.
-tyler
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The Notebook//Joshler
FanfictionWelcome to Tyler Joseph's journal. This is where he keeps his thoughts. The journal sits in his bedside table, and there are no intentions for anyone to ever read it. Though, here you are. Welcome.