---Tylers pov (timeskip)
I must have blacked out at the party, there were a few people asleep in the living room. I looked to my side to see, Frank? I look around the piled bodies and notice that Josh wasn't even in the room. I took a deep breath, noticing the faint smell of waffles. "HANGOVERS FUCKING SUCK! MY HEAD IS FUCKING POUNDING!" I'm going to assume that's Brendon from his obnoxious tone. I swiftly move around the room while being mindful of the people around. I peek through some doors in an attempt to find a bathroom, I made my way down the hall and opened it to a cleanish bathroom. I looked in the mirror, wiping off the remaining makeup and, smeared lipstick? I look around for wipes when I notice pat and Pete, passed out on the floor. Oh I'd I not mention they were both naked? After seeing that I bolted out of the room and into the kitchen, which was quite dark, to see Josh, Brendon, and Mikey circling around a bottle of Advil. "Morning Tyler" Josh came over giving me a tight squeeze. "JOSH SHUT THE FUCK UP MY HEAD AHHHH!" I heard Ryan sigh, he must have to deal with this a lot. I heard Mikey chime in "Ryan makes the best waffles" and give a warm smile. My head was aching and I reached up to cover my ears. Josh opened the small bottle and handed me a small blue pill "it'll help, after breakfast I wanna take you somewhere" I took a sip of water and quickly took the pill, downing both.
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Perfect (joshler)
FanfictionTyler, a pastel basketball player who admires the smallest things, he could never hurt a fly, but it's always the people who are hurting the most that don't want others to feel pain. And Josh, a punk boy who spends countless hours thinking about the...
