blossom ↣ joshler ✓

27. Grumpy

I don't know if I need to make this clear or not but making fun of my characters, making forest fic references, or sexualizing my characters beyond what is written gets you muted. I had people making sexual comments about Tyler in the first chapter they met. Tyler's character isn't like that at all. He literally feels bad masturbating. When sexual scenes do come up later some jokes can be made but don't be immature about this story please.

Josh got into the driver's seat and started the car, letting low heat fill the space while they sat in the parking lot.

"That was..."

"I am so sorry Joshua," Tyler turned to him. "I did not have any intentions to ruin that but he's just so..." he struggled for a word. "Stupid! I can't think of a word to describe him and I have a very high vocabulary; he's just that stupid!"

"It's okay," Josh sighed. "He's just... I love him but he's dumb. I'm dumb too. When I'm with him we do a lot of dumb stuff together and hanging out with him is different than hanging out with you. You both are so different I knew you would bump heads. I just gotta have a talk with him.

"He didn't mean any harm I want you to know that. What we joke about and know is okay joking about isn't the same for you. We all make fun of each other and make masturbation jokes and shit so he probably assumed it was okay to make them with you. He's not a bad kid, I promise."

Tyler let out a huff and crossed his arms, looking out the window. "Okay," he mumbled.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?" Tyler snapped.

"Get short with me. It's not my fault that didn't go well. I'm not gonna shit talk him and throw him under the bus. I love him. He's a great guy. It's the same thing for you. I wasn't going to sit there and let him shit talk you and try to get me to side against you in there."

Tyler sighed. "Okay. I'm sorry," he looked down at the floor of the car.

"Tyler, look at me."

The mentioned did as he was told, glancing up at his boyfriend. "What?"

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Tyler looked back down. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"I'm sorry he made that joke. About you mas—"

"I would not like to talk about it."

"Tyler it's ok—"

"I would not like to talk about it, Joshua."

"Okay, we don't have to."

It was silent for a moment.

"Are you taking me home or not?"

"No."

Tyler looked at him with a scowl on his face. "And why on earth not?"

"I'm not leaving until you aren't mad anymore. I'm not taking your grumpy ass home."

"Joshua, language, please," Tyler sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Okay I'm not upset."

"I don't believe you," Josh sang.

"Don't be ridiculous. How old are you? Seven?"

"Eight, actually."

Tyler snorted which got Josh to smile.

"I want a big old smooch on the lips if you really, truly aren't mad."

Tyler looked at him and rolled his eyes before leaning in and kissing Josh slowly. The older was taken aback by it at first but his hand moved up to rest gently on Tyler's cheek. Tyler's hand slipped down to rest on Josh's knee.