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Josh is an asshole. I just thought I should get that out of the way, just incase you're confused. He's a one night stand, he's at every party, he fucks anything with a pulse, and he never gets caught when skipping. He sucks.
Tyler is sweet. Tyler likes the Killers and wears florals. He doesn't drink, he's got no sex drive, and always smiles at people.
And something about him has caught Josh's eye.
Now, this is normal for Josh. He usually targets someone new, gets what he wants, and then leaves. He's not a lovey dovey relationship type guy.
But Tyler? Really? The guy who lends him pencils and doesn't complain when Josh doesn't return them?
Brendon's noticed it too. Josh was sneaking glances at the indie kid in the back. Brendon snorted and bumped his arm. His raised his eyebrows as if to say, 'Flower Boy, really?'
Josh shrugged. It was useless, the kid has probably never even been on a date, let alone made out with someone. But, ya know, there's a first time for everything.
After class Brendon was all over him about it. "Dude, really? What do you want out of it, a flower crown?"
"Oh, fuck off, Mr. I've-got-a-crush-on-the-fifth-Beatle," Josh retaliated.
The two headed outside to smoke, which they usually did at lunch. Kids usually sat outside during the fall while it was still decent outside. That included Tyler and his friends, lucky for Josh.
Pete tossed his lighter at Brendon. Brendon cought it. "Guess who's got eyes for Tyler?" Brendon asked as soon as they got within talking distance. Josh pushed Brendon and scoffed.
Pete looked at Josh, blew out smoke and laughed. "No fucking way."
Josh rolled his eyes. "What are you gonna win there, Joshie?" Pete asked.
"Exactly what I said," Brendon added. "Shouldn't he ask him to Dallon's party? Show him what fun looks like?"
Pete reacted like that was the best idea in the world. "Dude! Do it now!"
"Fuck no!" Josh answered.
"I'll do it. I'll ask him to bring his friends, too," Pete said, earning a laugh from Brendon. Pete had had eyes on Tyler's friend Patrick this week. He was determined.
"No, I'll do it," Josh said. He looked over at Tyler and his little circle and sighed. "Fuck you guys."
Josh went over to the boy sitting in the grass. For some reason there was a butterfly in his stomach. How the fuck did that get there?
Tyler's friend Ryan saw Josh walking over, perked up, and then whispered in Tyler's ear. Tyler glanced up at Josh, then rolled his eyes with a small smile. Josh found it cute. The butterfly kept jumping around.
"Hey," Josh said when he got there. Tyler kept playing with a blade of grass. Ryan nudged him. Tyler looked up.
"Oh, hi."
"Can I sit?" Josh asked. Tyler nodded. He continued on his piece of grass.
Josh sat cross legged next to the boy, inbetween him and Patrick. He could tell Brendon and Pete were laughing their asses off.
"I like your hair," Josh commented. Ryan was stunned, as was Patrick. Josh Dun, in the flesh, actually being nice.
Tyler gave him a smile. "Thank you."
Josh smiled to himself. The butterflies had multiplied. Stop that.
"So, uh, there's this party on Friday," Josh started. Stop, he's good at this. He doesn't get butterflies. What the fuck is going on. "Are you going?"
Tyler looked up. "Oh, I don't go to parties," Tyler replied with a shake of his head. Ryan rolled his eyes at how ignorant his friend was.
"Well, I meant-" Josh stuttered.
"He means he wants you to go with him, idiot," Ryan told Tyler. Josh's face flushed.
"Oh! Really? Can I bring friends?" Tyler asked, suprised. A party? Really?
"Yeah, of course," Josh replied.
Tyler looked at Ryan, who frantically shook his head in response. "Will Brendon be there?" Tyler asked sweetly. Ryan hit him.
Josh cought on, and smiled side ways. "Yeah, he will." Ryan groaned. "And, uh, he'll be looking for you," he added. He watched Ryan's eyes widen.
"I'll see you on Friday?" Josh asked Tyler.
Tyler nodded. "I guess, yeah."
"I told you he liked you," Someone whispered as Josh stood and left.
Now, I beg of you, please don't think Tyler is some indie snob who hates parties because they're too mainstream. He's just incredibly anxious about the whole interaction thing. And he doesn't like beer. At all.
"Alright, it's settled," Josh said as he returned to his friends. "Him and Ryan are coming."
"And Patrick?" Pete asked.
"Dunno, probably," Josh replied. Pete grinned.
Josh lit a cigarette and kept quiet the rest of lunch. Friday was in two days, and he had to figure out what to do about these butterflies.