a/n: oh my god this book is #1 in boyxboy, #4 in joshler and #6 in twentyonepilots at the moment whAt??
also, trigger warnings for suicidal thoughts!
seriously, josh was an idiot.
how could he not see the clear-as-day connection between tyler and his text messages?
this, among multiple other facts was pissing tyler off today. he was currently sitting in a corner of gerard's apartment, trying to make himself small so he won't bother anyone.
yes, gerard had insisted it was okay that tyler stayed at his apartment for as long as he needed, but tyler didn't want to be any more of a burden that he inevitably always was.
his current situation was quite shitty, really. he had been kicked out of his own apartment because he didn't have money to pay his rent for the past three months, and the landlord was 'full of every faggots bullshit', to quote his exact words.
so, now tyler was homeless and without money, which he partially blamed on frank since the boy had wanted gerard to stop using drugs and other unhealthy substances that tyler sold him to get money. needless to say, frank was quite salty after he found out tyler was sleeping at gerard's apartment after a humiliating scene involving hairy legs and barely audible screeching. frank had needed a lot of ass-buttering from tyler in order for him to finally come to somewhat terms with the fact that his boyfriend's drug dealer slept at his boyfriend's apartment whilst he was trying to get his boyfriend to quit drugs before it was too late.
sure, tyler and frank were sort-of friends most of the time, but when it came to drugs frank wanted nothing to do with them, or drug-tyler. tyler wasn't entirely sure why, but gerard had told him something about frank's older brother or someone like that dying of overdosage, so tyler just assumed it was the main reason.
be it whatever, tyler was still kind of pissed at frank for banning gerard from buying tyler's goods. don't get tyler wrong, he understood the whole thing perfectly, and he didn't want gerard to be addicted to crack or whatever for the rest of his ever-so-shortening life, and tyler hated drugs, but it was his only source of income, so he held onto it as well as he could.
tyler himself had never used drugs. just way too much alcohol for someone aged seventeen, a couple cigarettes here and there and some grass, but that was it. nothing too illegal.
he just found drugs repulsing. he also found alcohol, cigarettes and weed repulsive, but not so much that it'd stop him using them. his 'friends' never judged him either, only wishing he wouldn't end up as fucked up at twenty-three years old than them. well, gerard to be exact, but tyler himself didn't have high hopes regarding that.
christ, he might even be dead when he's supposed to be twenty-three. either he gets killed by someone who wasn't happy with their pills, or then he'd just finally gather his courage and jump off that god damned overpass.
he seriously hoped it'd be the latter one, though. he didn't want to go down forgotten, as just another drug dealer. no, he wanted to make a statement with his death. something big and unforgettable.
something shockingly terrifying.
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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.
