omegle • joshler

sit in silence.

//trigger warning. stay alive.

...

tyler and josh are sat on josh's bed, just like last time, side by side leaning against the frame and laughing loudly together like a bunch of weirdos.

"so are you ever going to tell me what happened with your mom the other night?" josh asks, fiddling with his own nose ring.

tyler sighs and tries to avoid the question, poking a finger through one of josh's ear gauges. "did these hurt?"

josh chuckles and shakes his head. "no, and why are you avoiding the question?"

"because i-i don't like thinking about her. i-i don't like thinking about m-my house. i don't like thinking." he explains, now distracting himself by playing with the ends of josh's faded purple hair.

"was it because of me?"

"i-i dunno."

"tyler." he frowns, shaking him by the hip. he yelps and josh quickly retrieves his hand back. "what?"

"n-nothing, it just tickled." he admits, sheepishly.

"i'll do it again."

tyler squints at him. "you most certainly will not."

"i'll do it."

"i'm n-not telling you." tyler giggles.

"alright." josh sighs, defeated. "you leave me no choice."

and with that, he begins tickling tyler's ribs and neck and everywhere he assumes would make him laugh. tyler screeches and curls up, trying to swat his hands away.

"j-josh!" he squeals in between laughs, falling into his lap. "stop!"

"are you going to tell me?" josh asks, tongue poking through his smile.

"no!"

he continues, laughing along with him. he's never heard tyler laugh like that. it makes him happy.

"o-okay stop! i-i'll tell you!"

josh stops and smiles down at tyler, who is still laying in his lap. he stays that way.

he sighs. "so... my dad saw y-you leave. he said i-i was with some boy, and m-my mom kinda flipped. i-i obviously told her you're just a friend, b-but..."

"but?"

"she thinks i-i'm gay or something, i dunno."

"and then she hit you?"

"she h-had her reasons. i-i talked back."

josh rolls his eyes. "that's bullshit, you did nothing wrong. plus, you don't seem like the kind of person to talk back, so that's also not true."

tyler remains silent and it's obvious that he doesn't want to talk about it anymore. josh sighs and smiles at him.

"you should sing for me."

"now? j-josh, i'm gunna run out of songs." he blushes.

"just one? for me?"

"ugh... fine." he sighs, sitting up. josh hands him the ukulele before his phone lights up with a twitter notification. the time reads 10:05.

"shoot, the time. my mom should be home any-"

the front door cuts him off. "joshua? are you home?" the voice calls.

"second." he finishes, looking to tyler. "yeah, i'll be right there." he calls out.

tyler's eyes widen and he breathes heavily. "y-your mom? o-oh my gosh, i-i don't wanna meet her, she's g-gunna hate me, oh my gosh."