Eat a Bag Of Dicks! (Joshler) [✓]

34) the end

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tyler, trever and josh are all walking back to the apartment.

tyler and josh's hands are intertwined, and josh can't help but notice the blush still on the boys cheeks from when he had given him two big fat kisses on them for leaving the apartment, and for just being adorable.

trever smacks him in the head, "dude, i know you're all happy and gross and stuff, but i need attention, too," he pouts.

josh just laughs and sticks his tongue out at trever.

the latter scowls, "why can't tyler just be my best friend. he forgave you so easily and i had to rent a confetti canon to get you to even consider,"

josh rolls his eyes, "i'm hard to please," he teases.

tyler rolls his eyes, joining the conversation, "oh, please. you ate a whole pie that i burnt and threw in the garbage,"

josh furrows his brows, confused, "it was chocolate cream, what else was i supposed to do?"

tyler just rolls his eyes with a smile.

trever continues, "no, really. tyler is so forgiving. also, you didn't even tell me what happened when you met up,"

josh smiles, remembering, "ah, it was like it was two days ago,"

"it was two days ago,"

"shut up,"

josh waits nervously, his fingers dancing across the table.

every time the bell sounds, his head snaps toward the door, only to be disappointed when it's not tyler entering.

he's playing with his fingers, twirling and tapping, lost in his own world, when the bell rings again.

looking up, he sees his beautiful boyfriend walking in nervously, his eyes darting around, looking for josh.

he spots him and immediately walks over, sitting across from the man in the booth.

"hi, thank you for agreeing to this,"

tyler nods curtly, "yeah, okay. you wanted to talk, so talk,"

josh is slightly taken aback by his cold tone, but didn't expect anything else.

he sighs, "right, straight to the point," he mumbles.

"so, you know how you have your ab-- uh, aloe... abol-"

"aboulomania," he supplies, nodding.

josh coughs, nodding, "right, well, i have my own, um, disorder,"

tyler frowns at how uneasy this makes josh, but waits patiently for him to explain.

"i-i um," he hesitates, before just saying fuck it, "i have dermatillomania," he says.

he elaborates at the sight of tyler's confused face, "it's just, like, this thing where i pick at my skin, but it's-it's bad," he says lowly.