Tyler just wanted to get his college assignment done. He was doing pretty good on it too until /he/ had to interrupt.
Needless to say, the interruptions never stopped.
But Tyler got used to it.
[Warnings: swearing, underage drinking (age 19-20), kin...
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*edited*
Tyler jolts awake at pounding on his door. He sighs and rolls his eyes before getting out of bed and exhaustingly walking to the door and pulling it open. "What?" he mutters annoyed as Brendon pushes his way in.
"Were you sleeping?"
"No. I just got back from skydiving actually."
"Sorry. I had to leave the party, and I didn't wanna walk all the way to my dorm."
"The party's still going on?" Tyler asks, rubbing his eyes.
"No. But Dallon wasn't awake yet."
"Did you do the walk of shame out of the frat house?"
Brendon shrugs and sits on the bed before turning the TV on. Tyler huffs realizing he's not going back to sleep any time soon. He sits next to Brendon.
"Josh asked about you."
"Whoopee."
"He wanted to know why you weren't at the party."
"Yeah?"
"I told him your stuffie needed you."
"Dude!"
"He said it was cute," Brendon laughs.
"I can't believe you did that, oh my god," Tyler groans, hiding his face in his hands.
"I'm kidding."
"Are you?" he asks, dropping his arms.
"Yes. I told him you just weren't a fan of parties."
"Well...what did he say?"
"He said...nothing."
"Brendon."
"Hm?"
"What did he say?"
"Nothing."
"Well did he just nod or something?"
"Why do you care?" Brendon chuckles. "I thought you didn't like him."
"I don't," Tyler mumbles. "I just want to know what he said."
"Nothing."
Just then, Tyler's phone rings with a text alert.
"Welp, I gotta get going."
"Brendon."
"Hey, have I ever told you how much I love you?"
"What did you do?"
"Well..."
Tyler picks up his phone and opens the new message.
"I may or may not have given Josh your phone number," Brendon rushes out before running out of Tyler's dorm.
Tyler groans and reads the text.
-Hey baby boy
Don't call me that. What do you want?
-I missed you at the party last night
Oh yeah?
-Yeah. Where were you?
Being clean and watching movies at my dorm.
-Who says we weren't clean?
Drugs and alcohol don't go together very well.
-Okay. Who says *I* wasn't clean? You don't know if I drink or do drugs.
True. But I'm going to assume you do.
-Why?
Frat boy.
-Stereotypical. Jeez, baby boy, didn't anyone ever teach you to not judge a book by its cover?
Yeah, but I've seen enough math textbooks to know that the person kayaking on the front cover is having way more fun than they would if they were doing math.
-Fair enough.
-Wanna hang out today?
No
-C'mon. I'm not as bad as you think I am. I promise.
Maybe another time.
-Another time as in not 6 in the morning?
Definitely
-Okay. See you at noon, baby boy.
No
Josh
No
I'm not going.
Fine, leave me on read. Idc. I'm not going.
...
Fine, I'll meet your stupid ass. But only today.
;)
Tyler rolls his eyes and throws his phone on the bed before storming off to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
