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)