d e m o n •josh x blurryface•

quinque • josh

"tyler? tyler!" my heart races a million miles an hour as i shake my unconscious friend's shoulders. tyler is passed out peacefully on the couch.

"fuck. shit. um, josh, calm down. what do you do," i mutter to myself. deciding to put him on his bed, i wipe his tears and start to pick him up. as i was doing that, tyler's eyes shoot open and i yelp in surprise, almost dropping him.

tyler rolls out of my arms and flops back onto the couch.

"damn, joshie no need to be so handsy. at least not yet."

fuck. that voice isn't tyler. my body betrays me and freezes up instead of running away.

"listen," blurry stands up and faces me. "i want to apologize for my misbehavior earlier. . . and i never say sorry, so accept it."

i blink.

"what."

blurry sighs and rolls his eyes. "do you want me to bring you flowers and sing you a song or will you just accept my apology?"

shaking my head, i suddenly become angry. "i- uh, so, you try to rape me and then give a sarcastic 'apology'? uh, blurry, that's not how it works. you know what you can do? you can leave tyler and i the hell alone."

blurry groans, not fazed or affected by my little spiel. "but, josh ut 'non est aequum! you gotta let me have my fun."

"stop speaking in latin I can't understand you."

"then kiss me." blurry smirks.

appalled, i clench my teeth and say, "what- no, you sick fuck!"

"now, now, josh, don't speak to your crush like that."

my face flushes pink at that. am i that obvious?

"c'mon, joshie; somnia vive," the demon taunts.

"no. . . this is just to get- to get me again- you-" i stammer.

"i promise i won't do anything. just one kiss. please," blurry begs while dragging out the "e".

the red eyed entity doesn't wait for my answer. he leans foward and places a small, chaste kiss on my lips. they're surprisingly soft and i just melt into him. all memories and fear from what blurry did before dissipate and fade away into blissful nonexistence. sadly (or happily?), blurry keeps his word and pulls away.

our eyes meet, but this time the feeling is different. his pupils are blown wide, the red is nearly covered black.

"quomodo eam?"

how was it?

the latin translates fluently, and it's a shock to me.

"great," i say, astounded. my fingertips lightly touch where i felt his lips on my own.

"you. . . you actually pulled away. i thought you were gonna do. . . something," i say unsurely.

blurry furrows his brows. "honey, as terrible as i am, you've made me soft." his red eyes suddenly become as sharp as his teeth and nails. "just don't betray me, or else you'll understand the true meaning of what pain is.

"remember: you're mine, not tyler's."

and the red inks back to that beautiful, soft brown and the boy that i just absolutely adore so damn much is now right in front of me instead of his other personality.

"um. . ." he starts. i can tell the esthetic boy is still a little dazed by the look in his dark cocoa irises.

he continues, "s-sorry 'bout that, joshie. 'm didn't mean too."

that rose colour tints the flawless skin tyler adorns once again. is he embarrassed? why would he be?

"why are you sorry, teddy?" i question.

"we're just best frens, a-and best friend don't do that."

the sound of my heart cracking should have been heard throughout the world. alas, it isn't broken, but it damn sure feels like it after those ill-fated words slip from the brunet's cherry lips. he only sees me as a friend; why do i have to be the one stuck and friend zoned constantly? if only. . . . maybe i should admit my feelings? who knows if he feels the same way as i do?

"about, that. uh— i kinda— um. sorry. i-i don't see you that w-way, tyler," i decide to say.

that could've come out better once i see the tears that start to prick at tyler's eyes.

"no, no; i don't mean less of a friend, i just mean—uh—more o-of a friend?" it didn't mean to come out as a question, but at least i got my point across and with it, the weight of the secret desire off my chest.

my greatest fear arises. tyler looks even more distraught than before.

josh, you dumb fuck. of course he doesn't like you! you should have kept it a secret.

"you know what? I'm tired and you should probably rest, so I'm gonna go to sleep; goodnight!" spewing out the words so quickly, i'm sure tyler barely just processed what i just said. turning around and walking to my room just as fast, i leave my roommate behind, still shocked.

i get into the safety of my bed and try not to focus on the deep anxiety harboring itself into me. i'm really fucking stupid. i need to be quiet sometimes.

after shutting my eyes for about 15 minutes, i am finally welcomed by a light, restless sleep filled with dreams of a red eyed demon and brown eyed boy.

a/n:: couldn't reach my goal of a 1000 words, but i don't think it needs to be that long. please remember to vote and comment and be patient with updates. thank you!!