Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover (Joshler)

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Tyler's P.O.V

Josh isn't really paying any attention to us. He's just on his phone. What is this stuff? Its like spaghetti, but soupier. It looks disgusting, but the others seem to like it so it can't be that bad. I take up a chunk of the soupy...whatever it is and take a bite. I chew it slowly. I have a bad feeling about this. It doesn't taste good, but doesn't taste bad either. I swallow it with little to no difficulties.

"Taste good huh?" Brendon asks. I shrug.

"Good enough. What's in this?" I ask. Brendon spins his fork around in his soup before pulling something out.

"Mushrooms." Mushrooms? Shit! My eyes widen.

"Fuck I can't eat mushrooms!" I shout. My skin starts to feel itchy. Its starting. I have an allergic reaction to mushrooms. They make my skin itch and if I scratch it, my skin turns red. It only lasts for a few hours if I'm lucky, but its annoying as all hell not to scratch.

"What happened?" Josh finally joins the conversation. I look over at him.

"I'm allergic to mushrooms." I want to scratch so bad. I'm trembling that's how bad it gets.

"What'll happen?" He asks.

"I..need..to scratch, but I can't." I struggle to get out. I tap my foot on the ground.

"Is there any way to stop it?" IS there any way to stop it? I don't know. There was no way to stop it.

"Not that I know of." I answer him.

"And what happens if you scratch it?"

"My skin turns red and I get rashes." I don't want that to happen. Josh thinks for a second before grabbing my arm. I almost moan. Sweet release! It feels so good.

"Come on." Josh says before getting up. I get up with him. He turns back to the rest of the inmates. "Don't do anything stupid." Josh says before turning around and taking me out of the cafeteria. "What do you usually do when this happens?" Josh asks as we walk back to the cell block.

"I usually wait until it stops." I need a distraction.

"How long does that usually take?" He asks opening my cell door.

"A couple hours give or take." I say as I sit on my bed. Josh sits next to me. Despite my skin itching me all over my body, I'm living in this moment as Josh worriedly asks what's wrong with me. I don't think he's as evil as everyone thinks.

"What do you usually do in that time?" He asks.

"I usually do something that would distract me." I'm in a jail cell. There's no distractions here except Josh. Josh thinks for a minute before getting up and walking out of my cell. He opens Brendon's cell before walking in and opening his drawer. He pulls out a sheet of paper and a pencil before closing the drawer. He come back in my cell and gives me said paper and pencil.

"You can write something." Josh suggests. I could try writing a song. I usually do that when I'm bored. I nod before starting to write. I think back to the days where I didn't get caught and was out killing people in secret. Then I think about the people that I actually use to care about and how I wouldn't want them to see me like this. I don't want to get them involved. I'm not the person they think I am. (Can you guess the song?) I've gotten to the first verse and chorus.

"What are you writing?" Josh asks. I stop writing and look up at him. I was about to answer, but I get caught in his eyes and all air leaves my lungs. Seriously how did I get so lucky as to get put in a cell block with someone so beautiful. I'm becoming a hopeless romantic. "Tyler?" Josh's voice brings me out of my thoughts. I blink before leaning closer to him. Josh lean in too and before I know it, our lips are connected in a passionate kiss. I rest my hand on his cheek and he holds my waist and pulls me closer to him. Josh forces his tongue inside my mouth and I moan softly. The paper and pencil fall from my hand as josh pushes me back on the bed.