twelve

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vote for this chapter if youve ever experienced the nerve wracking joy of having to talk via skype to an Internet friend for the first time
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"okay, guys," josh exhales, seriously. "he does not know where we live. neither one of you can say what state or what city or mention anything related to columbus."

"josh, we know," brendon groans as josh repeats himself for the thousandth time.

dallon, for once, is silent and appearing one-hundred percent compliant. normally, this would freak josh out because when dallon is quiet it usually means dallon is planning. dallon planning cannot happen right now.

"dallon no fucking around okay? this is important to me," josh huffs at the boy scrolling his twitter feed in the corner.

"i know it is," dallon looks up at him from under his eyelashes, smiling encouragingly at josh.

dallon's smile gives josh the courage to hit call. he'd told tyler five minutes ago he would call, but by that he meant he would sit with one hand hovering over the enter key on dallon's laptop without pressing anything. he immediately flinches at the sound of skype trying to connect to tyler.

his breathing begins to get way too heavy for such a simple task. brendon glances at him from where he's perched on dallon's desk beside him. he frowns, gripping josh's arm.

"hey, tiger. you can do this. i'm sure he's just as nervous," brendon tells him.

josh can do nothing but nod because skype is now telling him it is connecting to tylerrjoseph.
he nearly starts crying he's so scared. brendon rolls his eyes, and finds dallon is nowhere to be seen.

"hello handsome," tyler's face beams at him through the laptop.

josh nearly jumps out of his seat. he can't even speak. he opens his mouth several times, vocal chords failing every time. brendon leans in the way of the screen.

"hiya, i hear you requested me rather than josh," brendon winks.

"nah i think josh is quite handsome. especially with that incredibly dumbfounded look on his face," tyler snickers.

"yeah," brendon sighs, looking at josh's blank expression. "he does that when he's a little nervous. just keep talking, the kid will catch up."

"that's cute, actually. it's cute that you know him so well," tyler clarifies.

"ah, shucks," brendon pretends he is the most bashful motherfucker on the planet. "i'm sure you know him just as well."

"i'd like to pretend so," tyler nods.

"shut the hell up," josh finally comes around.

"josh, that's no way to speak to your new friend," brendon playfully scolds him.

"oh bite me, brendon," josh shoves him.

unfortunately, josh's shove is a little too hard. it sends brendon flying flat on his ass off the desk. brendon's leg takes out a good half a shelf, causing pens and pencils to shower the floor.

"BRENDON URIE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BEDROOM?" dallon shouts up the stairs.

"nothing!" brendon yells.

"IF YOU BROKE ANYTHING I WILL NOT HESITATE TO SNAP YOUR DICK IN HALF!"

"REALLY DALL, YOU KISS YOUR MOTHER WITH THAT MOUTH? WHERE IS SHE ANYWAY?"

"WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW YOU SLUT?"

"COME UP HERE AND SAY IT TO MY FACE!"

"oh for the love of god," josh pinches the bridge of his nose.

he peeks at his screen, checking to see tyler's reaction. tyler is covering his mouth with his hand, trying to conceal his laugh. josh smiles at him and his brown hair shoved roughly upwards. josh's eyes focus on his dimples, that are just barely visible from behind his hand.

"hey, you," josh says finally, smile still on his face.

he registers dallon striding into the room behind him and yelling a few choice words at brendon, but all he can focus on is tyler's laugh and the way his mouth forms the words, "hello josh dun."

"dallon! if you'd stop trying to grab my weinwein, josh's beloved tyler is on the screen!" brendon all but screams, trying to fight dallon's quick hands.

"as if i haven't grabbed your wiener before," dallon scoffs, shoving brendon away from him and making his way towards the laptop.

"um, excuse the pornography behind me," josh mumbles.

"actually, could you lean a little to the right? i'm trying to get a better view..." tyler teases, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth and between his teeth as he giggles.

"look no further," dallon gives his best 'i'm so sexy you want me right now' look to tyler - which, josh will begrudgingly and jealously admit is a pretty good look.

"yeah, you're right. i'm already starin' at josh so," tyler shrugs, blowing off dallon's joke.

josh is almost completely in love with him after forty five minutes of watching him converse with his friends. he throws back jokes like they've all been best friends for years, and god bless his smile. he fits in perfectly, something none of josh's past partners have ever been able to do. not that tyler was his 'partner', technically they're just friends and-

"no way! you have to come meet us sometime," dallon is proclaiming to tyler.

"i would love to, but josh here won't let me know where he lives until i guess," tyler pouts.

"come on josh tell him!" brendon chimes in. (do not make the joke.)

"no, that defeats the purpose," josh crosses his arms pointedly.

"ugh!" dallon scowls. "i'd tell you but this kid is super violent and has way too good of aim."

"damn straight," brendon whistles admittedly, rubbing his shoulder where josh had shoved him earlier.

"i am not violent!" josh exclaims, kicking dallon in the shin. "you're violent!"

"ow! you are literally calling the kettle black, right now, and that kettle is crying," dallon groans, rubbing his shin.

"joshua! leave dallon alone," tyler scolds him.

"but-"

"not buts. apologize," tyler insists.

"tyler he's an asshole-"

"joshua."

"tyler i'm not going to-"

"josh."

"i'm sorry dallon," josh mutters.

"damn," brendon says, impressed. "haven't seen anyone able to control that boy like that since mr. monroe told josh not to bend over so suggestively."

josh responds with a sheepish grin and a rough blow to brendon's knee cap.

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