Fish (spacelester) isn't feeling too well so it's keesey (Online_Obsession) again :)
(Tyler's POV)
"What do you mean we can't check out?" Frank said, glaring at the woman behind the desk with his brows narrowed.
"Well, you can, you'll just have to pay $350 for such an early check out." The woman replied, smiling at us like there was no problem at all. We all stood surrounding one of the desks in the lobby, our suitcases trailing behind us and our eyes ringed with dark circles due to exhaustion. I was so tired, and so ready to be home.
"But it's not an early check out," Josh joined, "We're supposed to leave at 11 a.m. today, so that's what we're doing." His tone got angrier at the end, and I couldn't help but smirk. And for a minute I imagined Josh fuming, I imagined him boiling over with rage, screaming at the top of his lungs, his face bright red and his threw things across the room, his forehead covered in an angry sweat. I wondered if that state was even possible for him to reach. He always seemed so kind and positive and laid back.
"No, no you boys aren't scheduled to check out for another week." She said, still not dropping her grin.
"Excuse us." Josh said, turning around and creating a sort of huddle, "We can do another week, right?"
"What? No way. I'd rather pay up than spend another week sleeping with Nightmare Boy over here. No offense." Frank said, nodding his head in my direction. I shifted uncomfortably at the title.
Nightmare Boy.
"Well, let's switch it up then. I'll stay with Tyler and you stay with Gerard." Josh suggested. I tensed up at the idea. Staying with Frank and Ryan was already out of my comfort zone. And now that Ryan had gone home, it would've been me and Frank, which would be doable, because Frank doesn't talk to me. He just sits on the hotel porch and smokes or plays around with his guitar, or whatever. But Josh? Josh was going to talk, Josh was going to ask me questions and try to strike up conversation. I wasn't sure how I'd deal with that. I'm not used to that.
Frank glanced over at Gerard, who just smirked and said, "sounds good to me." And I could've sworn he gave Frank a wink.
Frank rolled his eyes. "Fine," he muttered, "what about you, Nightmare Boy?"
"I-I mean," I stuttered.
"No, no that's completely not ok and I refuse to stay alone in a room with Joshua Dun because he is too nice and cute and he will want to be my friend and I don't think I'm good at having friends" is what I wanted to say, but instead it came out as, "sure. That's fine."
Josh smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. He turned to the lady at the desk.
"Cool. We'll stay."
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"Which bed do you want?" Josh asked suddenly.
"Uh, Left, I guess.."
"Cool." He smiled, setting his suitcase on the right bed.
"I mean- unless you want the left bed because you can have it if you want." I said. He turned his head and met my eyes.
"Tyler, I'm fine with the right bed."
I gulped, setting my bag down and sitting on the bed, expecting my first question.
"So, Tyler, what do you do for a living?" Josh said, stuffing his clothes into drawers.
"Oh.. I uh... I work at a smoothie shop. But I also do lighting for like.. theatre and stuff." I stammered, watching Josh shove his clothes into drawers, not bothering to fold them.
"Cool. I paint houses and redo furniture. But I'm really into drums, so I try to practice that whenever I can." He replied.
"You like music?" I asked abrubtly.
Of course he likes music, tyler. He has pink hair and gauges. I thought.
"Yeah," he chuckled, "love it."
"Me too," I muttered.
Stop being stupid, Tyler.
"The other guys and I are gonna go out," Josh said, looking in the mirror and fixing his hair, then pulling a jacket over his sleeveless white shirt, "if you wanna come."
He turned and faced me.
"Uh..no, I think I'm fine...I don't really go out much." I said quietly, looking down at my hands, which were twiddling and wiggling nervously.
"Maybe it's time we change that." He said, smiling at me with his dorky Josh Dun smile and stuffing his wallet and phone into his pockets.
"Come on, it'll be fun." He said, walking towards me and grabbing my arm. He lead me over to the mirror, then placed me and front of it and messed with my hair a bit. He smiled. "Throw on a jacket. We're going clubbing."
"Clubbing?"
