Lips Lickin' Lolli's For Money • Joshler One-Shot Stories

Waterboy pt.1

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Tyler, truth or dare?" Brendon asked from across the table, stuffing his face with school pizza before letting out a groan from the difference of taste and texture. But he continued on eating either way, the growl in his tummy subsiding to the digesting food.

Tyler said his chin in the palm of his hand, a bored expression as he looked at his second best friend. Who he felt like he hated but that's what made him love the five-headed, hyperactive beast that sat across him.

Tyler's first best friend is himself, to be completely honest. He always had he himself and no one else until he hit high school. Then everything went awol. He was gaining attention, dressing a little better to fit in and not be picked on.

He did everything he could to not be standing out like a sore thumb, and yet with all that hardwork and dedication, he was still in a spotlight to most when all he wanted to do was be invisible. He looked around the lunch room, catching a few wandering eyes.

When he looked at his best friend who was sipping the orange juice waiting for his answer, he dropped his hand with a heavy sigh and picking at the not so delectable spaghetti in his tray. "Dare." he said with no enthusiasm.

What it was going to be was out of Tyler's mind. He remembers tha one was for him to show his, cough cough, package to a girl who had a huge crush on him. And it just didn't plan out well, she kind of went after it, making Tyler squeal so loud and run away screaming he had a disease.

It was embarrassing in the moment, but Tyler looks back it and laughs whenever he and Brendon are high enough. Brendon was looking around the lunch room, scanning all the eyes that looked at the lonely pair.

"Alright, you have to sleep with someone from the football team." Brendon said as if he had this already set in his mind for so long. Tyler just scoffed, tilting his head to the side to let out a laugh that caught a few people's attention.

Tyler bit down on his lip, looking at the table that held most of the football team, his eyes locking with one of the guys. His blond shaggy hair that seemed so soft and beautiful, swaying on it's own and eyes clearing a beautiful hazel green color.

Chad, was the team captain, always had eyes for the little ol' Tyler since freshman year. Tyler knew that, Chad knew that TYler had known. He kind of told him, but there was a problem. And it was Chad's dad who wanted him to be the best and not have an experimental flings get in the way.

The eye contact was so intense, burning Tyler inside as a small smirk curved on the edge of Chad's lips, his shoulders shaking from how he could see from afar as he made Tyler so flustered. Cheeks blazing red and eyes widening from how Chad's tongue poked out and rubbed against his lips.

Tyler knew not to feel so leaned in by hsi outlook, there was something about Chad. He liked it, he liked it a lot, but it just was drama that Tyler just didn't want to incorporate in his life. He casted his eyes down and regained his breathing as he didn't know he was holding it.

"ANd I guess you already chose your target." Brendon said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. He began digging into the cup of peaches on his plastic tray before raising an eyebrow and pointing at TYler's tray. "You gonna finish those pears?"

Tyler just pushed them to him, a smile spreading on Brandon's face as he smiled stabbing the refrigerated cold pears into his mouth. "No, Bren, I did not." Tyler said as he looked down at the table, watching as he tapped his finger at the edge.

Brendon looked at him confusedly, looking between the table of overly perspicuous males at the table and the confused yet dazed one in front of him. "Well then, what are you going to do?" His mouth stuffed with the cold fruit.

Tyler looked back over at the table, no one was paying attention to him then, which gave him the best moment to look over the table, but everyone was just not what he wanted. Well that was a lie, he wanted all of them. But he wouldn't enjoy it.

He grinded his teeth against his bottom lip, causing the skin to tear but he didn't care. He didn't know what he wanted, or what to do. He closed his eyes and let out a breath, a sarcastic laugh escaping his lips.

"Looks like I'm going to be becoming a school football fan until this dare has ended."