brat .::. joshler

thirteen

the boys spotted a 7-eleven and ran through the doors, catching their breaths.

"look what you fucking did," tyler remarked. "now we're really in trouble."

"we didn't get caught, did we, brat?" josh replied angrily.

"fuck off."

"fine. what do you want to drink? i'll get us something."

"get me a venom. i'm tired."

"sure." josh walked off to the back of the store.

"tyler, you dick!" a female voice yelled.

the brunette turned to face where the voice was coming from, which was behind the counter. there stood debby, a furious look on her face.

"oh, hey, deb! what's up?"

"you're mom has been calling me nonstop, wondering where the fuck you are!" she chided. "and i've at least called you twenty times."

"my mom can chew my ass just fine on her own, debby," tyler scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"you could've been fucking dead, you asshole!" she shouted, leaning over the counter. "don't pull shit like that again!"

"okay, mom."

"i'm fuckin' serious, tyler."

"yeah yeah, i know."

"and what the fuck are you doing with that asshole?"

"i'm right fuckin' here," josh replied, having seemingly appeared right next to tyler.

"jesus christ, you dumb fuck, you scared me!" tyler yelped, whacking josh's arm.

"whatever."

josh set the drinks onto the counter, waiting for debby to scan them. she did and he paid, grabbing tyler's arm and beginning to drag him away.

"nuh-uh," debby grabbed tyler's other arm. "where the fuck do you think you're going? i'm taking you home after my shift."

"we're leaving, bitch, get the fuck over it," josh growled, yanking on tyler.

"let go of him. he's staying with me."

"fuck off."

"how about both of you let me go before you rip my arms out of their damn sockets?" tyler suggested sarcastically.

josh and debby kept at it, pulling tyler towards them. at that point, they we're all yelling at each other.

just then, the bell above the convenience store door rang, meaning someone had entered.

"tyler?"