Mr. Dun //joshler [✔]

seven

"mr. dun is in for public speaking," brendon informed the small brunette, who wore his favorite outfit today.

it was a pale blue shirt that had an alien on it which he tucked into his black cut-off shorts. he had on black knee-highs and black wedges.

(cAN YOU IMAGINE)

"great," tyler beamed, holding his books against his chest.

"you have that with ry, right?"

"yeah, so hopefully he won't let me do anything stupid."

"ty, we can't control your stupidity."

"you're a jerk," he groaned, playfully punching brendon's shoulder.

he spotted yellow hair and gasped.

"fuck, hide me!"

tyler threw himself at brendon unexpectedly, sending them both stumbling into the substitute tyler was trying so hard to avoid.

"s-sorry mr. dun! i tripped!" tyler choked out, nervously clutching the back of brendon's shirt.

"he's a klutz," brendon agreed.

mr. dun's eyes lingered over tyler, making the small boy get goosebumps.

"it's fine. i have to get to class."

he walked away without another word.

tyler breathed a sigh of relief. "thank god!"

"how come you aren't like this with mr. weekes?" brendon questioned.

"like what?"

"all nervous and stuttering and trying to avoid him and shit."

"i told you brendon, i'm in love with mr. dun. i wasn't kidding."

"no, you're kidding."

"i'm serious! why doesn't anybody believe me?!"

"you haven't been in love once in your whole life, ty," brendon laughed, patting his friends shoulder.

"i am right now."

"uh huh, i gotta get to u.s. history. see you at lunch."

brendon walked off, leaving tyler to walk himself to health.

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picture is how i imagine brendon :-)