Eat a Bag Of Dicks! (Joshler) [✓]

31) the first fight

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"you little rat!" josh seethes, running after trever, who currently fears for his life.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" he shouts, voice dripping in, well, sorrow.

josh stops, causing trever to slowly stop too, but keep a safe distance.

"sorry doesn't fix anything! i told you that i would tell him when i was ready! and what did you do? you did what you do best, and you fucked things up!" he yells, before burying his face in his hands.

trever sees how hurt his friend is, and dares to speak in his softest voice, "josh," he sighs at himself, "i'm so sorry. it was a mistake-"

josh scoffs, interrupting his friend. "a mistake? oh, it was a mistake, right, well your mistake possibly ruined one of the best things to ever happen to me!"

trever looks at josh desperately, "i'm sorry! it wasn't even entirely my fault-"

josh glares as trever, "there you go, blaming other people for your mistakes. please, enlighten me, how was it not your fault that you stole my phone and texted tyler 'hey i already lied to you lol',"

trever whines, "debby didn't stop me from sending it, it was supposed to be a joke-- i was high, okay!"

"you're always high!" josh shouts. grunting as he stands and heads toward the door to leave.

he opens it to a dishevelled tyler standing on the other side,

"ty-" he goes to greet.

"i ask for one thing, joshua!" he pouts, brows furrowed in anger.

"i-"

"not only can you not give me that, but i had to hear it from your friend!" he continues.

"pl-"

"what could be so bad that you couldn't tell me? even when i shared something i am so self-conscious about," he asks, eyes softening, but voice staying firm.

josh lets out a sigh, "i-"

"no," tyler stops, "i don't wanna know right now. i need to-to go cool down. i will talk to you later, joshua," he says, crossing his arms and giving his foot a little stomp as he walks away, into his own apartment.

josh white-knuckles the door in his grip as he watches tyler slam his own.

he slowly closes his door and leans against it.

"josh," trever says quietly from his place on the floor, across the room.

"please," josh sighs, "i don't wanna see you right now,"

trever nods, his lips creased into a frown.

he really fucked up, this time.

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poop face: please

poop face: just let me talk to him

deborAH: josh he's really upset

poop face: i know. i know i fucked up but i really just want to at least tell him the secret

deborAH: he's convinced himself that if you couldn't tell him when you had the perfect opportunity, it must be horrible. he's scared and doesn't want to hear it right now.

poop face: i understand that

poop face: but please let him know that it was just me being an idiot and worrying that if i told him, it would scare him away.

poop face: everyone that knows was telling me that he wouldn't care, but i just had to be an anxious little shit and lie to the greatest guy i've ever met.

deborAH is typing...

deborAH: meet him at coffee for closures on saturday. noon. bring enough money to buy him a latte.

poop face: thank u

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how many chapters are left in this story?

three.

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