this was not tyler's proudest moment. he had a terrible hangover, and the weed he had smoked had stopped being effective hours ago. needless to say, he hadn't gone to school.
tyler thought he looked like shit on a daily basis, so when he looked into his cracked-and-half-of-it-missing mirror, which was not broken by mere accident, he almost vomited in his mouth. he looked terrifying. his eyes were bloodshot red and his hair was sticking everywhere.
after just staring at his cracked reflection for a couple more seconds, tyler decided to disregard his awful looks and took his phone off his dresser. there were a few of messages from gerard, updating tyler on frank and how he was doing, and after replying to them tyler saw something weird. he had, apparently, messaged a 'jishua' yesterday. he was really hoping it was not the person who came into mind, but when he went and read the messages, he saw the guy had called himself josh and that left no doubt in tyler's mind.
tyler; hey, uh, sorry. i was drunk and stoned.
seems like i messaged the wrong person on accident.
josh; um, alright? but, still, who are you?
tyler; tyler.
josh; tell me something i don't know.
tyler; i'm gay.
after that tyler shut off his phone and laid down on his makeshift bed. the cardboard boxes weren't necessarily the most comfortable materials to lay on, but they were better than the cold stone underneath them.
"i don't know if i am dying or living."
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careless // joshler
Fanfictionjosh had been watching the brown-haired boy for a while, and he was certain he wasn't okay. // tyler knew a boy with obnoxiously purple hair had been watching him, and he was getting annoyed.
