Dema Don't Control Us (Joshler)

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It was about 10 AM, when Tyler and Josh were woken up by a loud banging sound. It took them a few seconds to remember what had happened the previous day, then they realized they were at Patrick's house. Josh was snuggled into Tyler's side. He blushed and smiled at Tyler, who kissed his forehead.

The banging continued, and then they realized it was someone knocking on the front door. Patrick ran to get it, mouthing "shhhh!" at the boys. He sighed and opened the door.

"Patricia, let's drop the niceties. I'd like to know if you've seen these children," said an all-too-familiar voice. Nico. The boys tensed, both at Nico's presence and at Patrick's dead name. They were eerily quiet so as not to be noticed.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Nicolas. My name is Patrick. I'm a man," Patrick snapped. "I said drop the niceties, Patricia. Have you seen this boy and girl?" Nico repeated, this time more strained, his impatience showing through. "No, I haven't. All I can say is that if they're from DEMA, I feel sorry for them," said Patrick. "Now please, let me have some privacy."

Nico sighed. "Alright, alright, you're no help, I didn't expect you to be. I'll let you live your sinful life." Patrick slammed the door. 

"Ok guys, tonight, we're leaving. I've got a friend in New Jersey who'll let us stay with him. Conversion therapy is illegal there, so Nicolas can't take you guys back to DEMA," Patrick declared.

The boys exchanged glances, then Tyler shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

~

Patrick, Josh and Tyler crept out to the car at 11:30 PM. Thankfully no one was there. "Should we hide in the trunk again?" asked Josh. "For an eight hour drive? Hell no! You guys just need a disguise," Patrick replied. He pulled out two hoodies and two pairs of sunglasses from his duffel bag. Tyler and Josh put on their disguises. They both looked pretty stupid, but not in a way that would draw attention. It would take a little while for someone to recognize them.

They drove for awhile, Tyler and Josh holding hands in the backseat. Patrick had packed food for the drive, so they wouldn't have to bother with restaurants. Eventually Tyler needed to pee, so they stopped in the middle of nowhere and he went in the bushes. "I wish I could do that," Josh sighed. "I'll get you an stp," said Patrick. Josh almost teared up. Patrick was the one adult in his life who actually cared about him. There were a few more stops along the way, but they got there in decent time.

~

They got out of the car, stretched, and then walked up to the doorstep. Patrick knocked on the door. A big, blonde man opened the door... wait a minute. He looked familiar to Tyler.

"Bob Bryer?? Oh my god, I never thought I'd meet a My Chem member..."

Bob chuckled. Patrick introduced them. "Tyler, Josh, this is Bob. Bob, this is Tyler, and this is Josh."

"You never told me your friend was from My Chemical Romance!" Tyler exclaimed, fanboying all over the place. Patrick laughed. "You never told me you listened to them!"

"Alright guys, come inside..." said Bob. "I'll let you get some rest. You've been driving for eight hours. You're probably all exhausted."

Tyler was still freaking out as they stepped into the house. It wasn't as pleasant as Patrick's house. It smelled like cigarettes and beer, and there was litter everywhere. But it was home to a former MCR member. And even Josh, who didn't listen to MCR, was somewhat happy because they were 8 hours away from DEMA and Nico couldn't hurt them anymore.