omegle • joshler

prove me wrong.

"i chickened out, brendon." josh says, in a panic. "why didn't i do it? wh-why couldn't i?"

brendon shushes him on the other line. "calm down, tell me what happened."

"come over." josh says, shakily. "i need you here."

"i'm on my way."

josh hangs up without even saying goodbye. he drops the phone on his bed and starts to pace around.

"stupid." he mumbles to himself. "stupid, stupid, stupid."

it seemed like forever til brendon finally got to his house. he laid on the bed for the five minutes it actually took, breathing in and out heavily.

brendon opens his door and closes it behind him, sitting down next to him with concerned eyes.

"what happened?"

josh sits up and puts his head between his hands. "i was going to do it, i really was. i think he wanted me to. i swear i tried. it just didn't work."

"what are you talking about?" brendon asks, resting his chin on his fist.

"kissing. i was going to kiss him."

brendon smiles finally. "that's great, joshua! so why didn't you?"

"i don't know!" josh groans, throwing his hands up. "i tried but my body wouldn't do it. it wouldn't listen."

"that's okay." brendon shakes his head. "it was like that when i started kissing boys too. it didn't feel right. but you have to give it some time."

josh blows out another shaky breath. "o-okay. what if he's mad at me?"

"josh, this is tyler we're talking about." he chuckles. "he adores you. plus, there's no way he would have expected you to kiss him."

"i... i guess." josh replies, frowning.

"what were you doing anyway? i was just with the group before you called. jenna was mad that i left but desperate times call for desperate measures." he rambles.

"oh, uh... we were just at taco bell." josh lies.

"oh man- you should have seen this, joshie." brendon gasps, whaling his hands around. "there were these two guys at the bridge playing music! it was so good. and i think it was an original song. but they were amazing! they had these ski masks on, which looked super weird but really cool and the skinny dude was rapping kind of but not really, like singing and rapping mixed. the other guy was drumming on this cute little bucket and he was so good too, i just-"

"slow down, man." josh interrupts him, laughing. he's sure brendon said all that in one breath.

"sorry." he mutters, blushing. "i just wish you were there. oh fuck! i didn't even get a video. it was so good, i didn't even want to look away. they must be famous, because there's no way a garage band could be that good. the rapper singer guy was playing on a freakin' ukulele, too. so sick."

josh chuckles awkwardly. little did he know...

"but yeah, sorry." brendon snaps out of his story. "the whole tyler thing, i'm sure it will be okay. try again next time. it'll work."

"you think?" josh asks, smiling slightly.

"i know it will. you had a spook but now it's over and you can try again. second time's the charm." he winks.

"i hope you're right." he sighs. "thanks for coming over and calming my ass down."

"hey, if there's ass involved, i'm there." brendon says in a serious tone, pointing a finger at josh.