careless // joshler

21; tyler

trigger warning; mentions of drugs

tyler was running around gerard's apartment, trying to find his ziplock bag. he had misplaced it somewhere, and now really wasn't the ideal time to not find it. he was supposed to get it to the other end of town by ten p.m., and it was currently eight thirty. how he would manage to do so, he didn't know anymore. he'd have to walk, and it was an hours' worth of walking, even more if he'd have to take a different route than usual. it depended on if there were police patrols going on, he was definitely not going to get caught.

finally, after ten more minutes of practically tearing the whole apartment to the foundations, tyler found the bag, stashed between old cd's. he grabbed the bag and ran out of the house, cursing himself for finding too secure of a hiding spot. tyler stuffed the bag in his pants, pulled his hood up and picked up a pace that was closer to running than walking.

tyler immediately saw he couldn't go his usual way, police cars' lights were visible from far away. they were most likely keeping a close eye now, considering what tyler had seen last time he met with a customer. he had been taking some stuff to the local druggies, and the police had been patrolling there because of an arrest they had done after finding illegal cocaine on some fifteen-year-old kid. tyler had almost been stopped, but he had claimed he was going to see his near-death grandma to the hospital, and, convincingly enough, tears had built up in his eyes. the cops let him go, which tyler found ridiculous. even more ridiculous tyler found the idea of going to see his grandma. he knew, for a fact, that that old, stone-hearted bitch was not willing to see him, not even if it were up to him to save her life. like most of his family.

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"you're late," a guy that was previously leaning against the rubbles of some old brothel said. "half an hour late."

"sorry," tyler replied. "had to take the long way, i wasn't going to risk getting arrested."

"honestly, i don't care, i just need my stuff," the guy replied. "it's pete you should be worried about."

"pete? wentz?" tyler asked, visibly confused.

"yeah."

"i though he didn't do heavy stuff."

"he doesn't, actually. he just owed me one favour, so i got him to drive me here."

"sounds fair," tyler shrugged, pulling out the bag he had in his pants. "so, it's a hundred."

"seriously, you need to find a better way of delivering it," the guy said. "no one wants your dick juices on their stuff."

"geez, oliver, you don't have to take it if you don't want to," tyler sighed. "and you know i don't even have one."

"yeah, yeah, just give me that," oliver said, handing a hundred-dollar bill to tyler. "i really gotta get going before pete cuts me."

tyler placed the bag on oliver's outstretched hand and took the wrinkly money. he bid oliver goodbye before pushing his hands in his pockets and starting to make his way back to gerard's. he knew he'd have some explaining to do when he got there, frank would most likely be up and waiting for him. tyler hadn't left a note or anything, he knew it wouldn't do any good. frank would still be disappointed that he was still selling stuff, even if it wasn't for gerard anymore.

yes, tyler did still sell to gerard from time to time. he knew it could eventually end up with frank cutting tyler off from his and gerard's lives, but frank wasn't the one who didn't have a job, a home, a family or a mental health.

overall, tyler hated what he did for a makeshift job, but it was the best he could do. he had to go to school, which didn't necessarily leave a lot of spare time to him. he knew just how dangerous all the substances he dealed could be, but he still sold them. whenever his conscience was making him feel bad for it, he told himself over and over that he didn't force people to buy anything, and he wasn't responsible for anyone's bad choices, he was responsible only for his own actions. which, probably, wasn't all true. if someone committed murder under the influence of drugs that tyler had sold them, then tyler would definitely feel somewhat responsible.

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tyler arrived at gerard's apartment and pushed his spare key in the keyhole. as he turned it, the lock made a rattling sound. slowly, tyler pushed the door open and, after shutting it, creeped into the living room, in hopes that frank would be staying at his own house, along with gerard. his wishes, however, were cut short when he was met with the previously mentioned two, sitting on the couch.

"mind explaining yourself?"

a/n; do you guys know who oliver is?