The Run And Go//Joshler

I'm so stupid! How could I possibly be so amazingly stupid? How?

How can I have a crush on a murder?! But his eyes are so- no! Stop! Idiot!

"Ahg!" I yelled. I jumped from the knock on the door.

"Josh? You okay? I heard you yell..." Tyler's voice was soft and calm, nothing like a killers. He knocked harder, "Josh?!"

"Leave me alone, you psychopath!" I screamed.

"Now, josh..." Tyler said in a warning voice. "Let's not be rude."

"No! I will be rude, you are a psychopath! P-H-S-Y-C-O-P-A-T-H!" I screamed louder.

"Joshua, you didn't even spell psychopath correctly," He opened the door, and sat down on the bed. "What's wrong?"

I sighed in frustration, "really?! You're going to make me tell you?!"

"Well I won't force you, but I will pressure you." He said honestly.

"Whyy?!" I whined.

"Because I'd like to know, maybe I could help." He smiled.

Oh god kill me, why is he so pretty?! (Quick A/N: same josh, same.)

"You can't help, trust me." I laughed.

"Maybe I could, you know I'm not stupid." He said.

"Can I just be alone, I'd like to shower?" I asked, he nodded.

"Towels are in the bathroom cabinet." He left quickly.

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Tyler's POV

What should I make for breakfast. Does josh like pancakes? I like pancakes. What about breakfast burritos? I think I'll make that.

After I made the burritos, I took one and sat it on Josh's bed. I sat on his bed also, and ate my burrito.

Josh walked out of the bathroom, with only a towel.

"Oh," I blushed, stumbling. "S-sorry, I uhm. You're burrito is on the bed." I left quickly.

God, why am I blushing? I don't think I've ever blushed before.

(A/n:

Lol this one sucks)