{ Tyler's pov }
→ sorry this is short but HOLY FRICK THIS STORY HAS 2K READS NOW??!? THANKS EVERYONE WHOS BEEN READING THIS YALL R SICK AS FRICK
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It's officially been a week since Josh replied to my ask. I have it screen shotted and its my phone wallpaper. Pathetic I know, but it quite honestly lifts my spirit and puts even a small smile on my face whenever I turn on my phone. Even on the bad days. Especially the bad days. Fortunately this wasn't a bad day, but in a sense it was, because I was still mustering up the courage to message him again. He hadn't replied to my last one yet and-
I stopped writing as the notification sound filled my ears yet again, and for a moment my heart picked up speed as I dropped my pen and swiped my phone into my hands a little too quickly.
SpookyJosh replied to your message
I let out an embarrassing small squeal, feeling my cheeks burn up. Here I was yet again, my heart going weak over some dumb internet person. I opened up the app, and went to his blog to see his most recent post, my ask.
Omg I don't mind at all :) as I said, u can keep sending these anons, they always give me the biggest smile ! sorry if u become a meme to my followers tho.. they like to do that -.-
I snorted at the fact that he was genuinely worried about me becoming a meme, and I looked on the notes of the first ask out of curiosity to see if anyone had added anything.
I SHIP THEM. ANON U R A PRECIOUS BEAN.
cute anon and josh. I ship it. #anosh
what a cutie pie I must look after them.
OooOOoH josh has a secret admirer ;)
My cheeks burned up quickly as I hastily shut the phone off and tossed it across the bedspread with a light thud. The only thing on my mind at that moment was 'ugh'.
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It was later now, and I sat cross legged in the chair with my ukulele again. I had decided to continue the song about Josh from the first day I had talked to him.
I'll sing you pretty sounds ;
And we'll make money selling your hair.
But I don't care what's in your hair ;
I just wanna know what's on your mind.
I gave up quite quickly, sighing as I placed my ukulele to the side and crawled into bed. It was quite late now, past midnight I believe.
Had I really spent that long writing a stupid song about a stupid boy on Tumblr?
With all these pretty images of Josh clouded up my mind as I drifted off to sleep, only one solid question stayed in my mind.
Is 'bean' a compliment?