its two am i tired
incoming call from joshuadun....
call declined.
incoming call from joshuadun....
call declined.
incoming call from joshuadun....
call accepted.
"god damn it tyler use your camera"
"no"
"why not"
"i'm sick and i look gross"
scuffling from behind the camera and hushed whispers came through tylers line.
"you look nice though."
through his open camera josh smiled and pretended to flip his hair. "i know."
tyler laughed and it was probably the most angelic thing josh had ever heard.
"please turn on your camera ty, i really wanna see your pretty face."
"hah, pretty face i wish." tyler scoffed. his webcam turned on and loaded a blotchy image of a couch.
"holy shit ty i didn't know you were a couch"
"this isn't exactly how i wanted you to find out"
"what does this mean"
"it means i'm a couch"
"how do you shit"
"fuck off"
"there's no way there's a toilet big enough for that ass"
"you're an idiot"
"waIT ARE YOU SKYPING SOMEONE"
"ryan fuck away"
"no who are you skyping"
"your mom go away"
"hi ryan"
"HI JOSH"
"jesus christ on a boat you're loud"
ryan plopped in the side of the webcam, holding two waffles and some mustard.
"so what are you doing with that?" josh asked, re-positioning his camera.
"with what?" ryan squirted some mustard on the waffles and held them together like a sandwich. he bit a large portion out of the waffle sandwich and tyler gagged.
"go fuck brendon or something," tyler screeched, shoving ryan away.
ryan walked away, still eating. "i got what i needed."
"which was?" josh asked after a few seconds of silence.
"both your skypes get ready for 3am group calls bitches."
"ryan whAT THE FUCK GET BACK HERE WITH MY LAMP"
"NEVER IT'S PRETTY AND MINE NOW"
call ended.
