million dollar high | joshler

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around three in the morning, i got an urgent message from josh, saying to kick my friends out if they were at my house because he had to talk to me.

he knocked on my door after awhile, and i opened it. his hair was messy, and he was wearing a button up that wasn't buttoned correctly and the collar was half up-half down.

"you look terrible." i pointed out and closed the door after he walked in.

"debby asked me to marry her." he blurted.

"w-what?"

"we were having dinner and then she asked me to marry her out of no where. i can't get married yet. i'm twenty seven!"

"and you're gay. what'd you tell her?"

"i told her i'd think about it and it was too sudden and then we had sex at her place."

"first of all, you could have just said no. seven months isn't that long of a time. and second of all, how the hell are you gay if you have sex with women? are you sure you're not bi or something?"

"i could barely keep it up, but that's not the point. why would she propose? i've been such a dick to her, and i've been cheating on her with you and other people from bars."

i shrugged, and josh tugged his own hair in frustration, sitting on the couch. i sat next to him. "tomorrow, tell her no."

"i will."

"and i think we should stop seeing each other. we're not even dating or romantically involved. it's just sex, and we're both doing it with other people so it won't even matter."

"are you fucking serious?"

"yeah."

"oh my god, tyler. for someone who's supposedly smart, you're really fucking stupid. how do you not get it? you know what? fuck you." he spat at me and stood up, slamming the door behind him as he left.