brat .::. joshler

two

tyler awoke from his nap, his hair sticking in all sorts of directions. he also slept in his jeans, which gave him an uncomfortable feeling as he stood.

"ugh, i'm so stupid," he yawned. "what kind of idiot wears jeans to bed?"

he dismissed his own question, stretching and making his way downstairs. he was met with the smell of takeout, which made him smile a little.

"momma?" he called out.

"she's working late, kiddo," the voice of his father responded. "and since i can't cook to save my life, i got us pizza."

"thanks, dad," tyler replied quietly. "but what about zack and jay? and madison?"

"should be up in their rooms," his father guessed, waltzing to the fridge. "haven't heard a peep from any of you in hours."

"well you know us josephs. always gotta get our sleep," tyler joked, which earned him a hearty laugh from the man.

"that's true, kiddo."

"i'm not a kiddo," the boy huffed. "i'm sixteen now."

"you'll stop being a kiddo when you learn how to drive."

"you and i both know i'm too clumsy for that."

"well then, i guess you're gonna be a kiddo forever," his dad paused. "kiddo."

"oh for the love of god-"

.::.

tyler lay on his bed, staring at the pale white ceiling above him. it was awfully dark, so the white seemed more gray than it actually was.

brat.

he sighed as his thoughts returned, causing him to turn over on his side.

brat.

"go away," he whispered, even though it wasn't going to do anything.

brat.

he huffed, closing his eyes and burying himself under his blanket.

brat.

"right now, i hate brendon."