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“Fuck.” Tyler thought as he stared at the apartment building he was just moving into. His apartment was on the 10th floor and that meant lugging the stuff that his roommate Brendon had forgotten to get moved.
“Well fuck” Brendon voiced Tyler’s thoughts as he walked over next to him.
“Yeah….” Tyler sighed, then turned fully to his friend. “I’m not taking your stuff up, you can get your boy toy to do that.”
“Hey!” A voice called from behind Tyler’s car and Dallon, Brendon’s boyfriend, popped his head out. “I’m not his boy toy!”
“Of course you’re not.” Tyler snorted, looking at the taller man.
“He’s right, he’s not. I’m the one that prefers to get fucked into the mattress.” Brendon smirked as he walked past Tyler to the car.
Tyler gagged, glaring after the older man. He and Brendon had been roommates since college. They had gotten along pretty well and made a plan to move to LA together in search for jobs. Dallon had tagged along, saying that he would share a room with Brendon so they wouldn’t have to get an extra but Tyler would rather get an extra room for Dallon then have to hear him and and Brendon going at it all night long in the next room over.
He ran a hand over his face in exasperation as he looked back at the apartment complex. He heard struggling behind the car and walked over to see Brendon and Dallon pulling out a box of parts, which was Brendon’s bed.
“I’m gonna go check out the place and see if my stuff’s in my room.” Tyler said, earning a nod of approval from Brendon and he scurried off before Brendon could call him back.
He took the elevator, deciding he didn’t want to walk up the stairs and tire himself before he had to unpack. He walked down the hall, finding his apartment and jamming the key into the lock, opening the door and stepping inside. He entered a hallway, walking into the main area, a kitchen to the right and a living room and hallway to the left. He stepped into the kitchen, walking around the area and thinking about all the things Dallon would probably make. He padded through the furnished living room to the adjoined hallway and found his bedroom. It was at the end of the hallway, directly across from the bathroom. There was a window at the end of the hall from floor to ceiling and Tyler stared out of it at the vast expanse of LA not to far in the distance. He smiled happily and entered his room, maneuvering around the boxes to get a feel of where he wanted to begin setting up his things.
“First things first.” He said to himself. “Food.”
Tyler exited his room and apartment, running into Brendon and Dallon as they exited the elevator, each with a box.
“Hey Ty, can you help with the stuff? There’s a few more boxes outside.” Dallon smiled and Tyler sucked in air between his teeth noisily.
“Sorry, but I’m gonna go get some Chipotle. I’ll leave the trailer so you guys can continue unpacking.” He said quickly, closing the elevator door.
“Get me a burrito!” Brendon managed to call before the doors closed.
The elevator ride wasn’t long and Tyler was outside, unhooking the trailer from his car after backing it into the parking spot. He turned put on some directions to the nearest Chipotle and began blasting My Chemical Romance. From first glance, Tyler didn’t look like the guy that liked Punk Rock. He looked more like a guy who would listen to pop or something. Just not punk rock. He sang along with Gerard as he drove, bobbing his head to the beat as well. He cut off the music as he parked his car, climbing out and continuing to hum the song as he walked into the Chipotle.
For a Chipotle at 5 in the afternoon on a Saturday, it was pretty damn empty. The line wasn’t that long and there weren’t a lot of people sitting down or milling about. He smiled, meaning this would be a short trip and he could set up his bed before the sun set.
He began humming “Planetary GO!” as he stepped up to the counter, looking at the menu and fumbling with his hands. He wasn’t exactly the best person to put in a social situation, especially if it was ordering but he was getting better. He could at least speak somewhat clearly.
“So, what can I get for you to- Are you humming My Chemical Romance?” The guy behind the counter said and Tyler’s head snapped down to look at the guy wide-eyed.
This guy looked like he listened to punk rock music. He had purple cotton candy looking hair that was shaved on the sides so he had a crazy mohawk. He had gages, a nose ring, and a tattoo sleeve on his right arm. Despite looking like a guy that could beat you up, he had kind eyes and a warm smile.
“Y-yeah. You listen to them too?” Tyler managed.
“Totally! They’re sick.” The cotton candy haired guy said and his voice was also very comforting.
“So sick. Too bad they broke up r-right.” Tyler laughed nervously.
“Yeah.” The guy shrugged. “Sucks. Anyway, what can I get you?”
Tyler quickly ordered a burrito bowl for him and a burrito for Brendon, already knowing what his roommate liked in it. He stuttered through ordering, glancing up at the punk guy. He was cute. Wait, not cute, adorable. As the punk guy rung up Tyler’s order, Tyler realised he wanted to know this guy’s name.
“This looks like allot for one little guy.” The punk guy (Tyler needed to stop calling him that) laughed, then blushed. “I didn’t mean little as an insult it-it’s just you’re skinny and I-”
“It’s okay.” Tyler said, putting a stop to the punk guy’s rambling. “It’s not all for me. It’s also for my roommates.”
The punk guy nodded in understanding and told Tyler his total. As Tyler paid he looked for a name-tag on the guy, trying to be discreet but he obviously failed horribly.
“Josh.” The punk guy said.
“What?” Tyler raised an eyebrow.
“My name’s Josh Dun. You were looking for a name-tag but I don’t have one.” The punk guy, Josh Dun, said gesturing to his chest where a name-tag would be.
“Oh.” Was all Tyler could say, embarrassed Josh actually knew what he was looking for.
“Dammit Tyler.” He cursed himself internally.
“What’s your name?” Josh chuckled and Tyler internally cursed himself again.
“Forgot to say your name idiot.” Tyler thought, and he smiled awkwardly.
“Tyler Joseph.” He said hurriedly, adding a nervous laughter afterwards.
“Cute name.” Josh smiled, then Tyler heard himself cursing under his breath. “That’s not what I meant to say-”
“It-It’s fine. I-I gotta go.” Tyler stuttered out, blushing madly, deciding to leave before things got anymore painfully awkward.
He retrieved his Chipotle, raising his hand in a hasty wave to Josh, and rushed out of the restaurant. He got to the safety of his car, setting the food in the passenger seat and just sitting in the car. He stared at Josh working from his car, thinking about what had just happened, before he turned on his car, and sped back to the apartment.
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Tyler slammed closed the apartment door, hearing someone thud in the next room. A flushed Brendon poked his head around the corner wide-eyed, but relaxed upon seeing his roommate and Tyler’s face pulled up in disgust at what he assumed was happening in his absence.
“I brought back Chipotle.” He mumbled.
“Obviously. You got me a burrito, right?” Brendon snorted, walking over to Tyler as he set the food on the counter of the kitchen.
Brendon was already retrieving his prize and sitting down at the bar with his burrito, Dallon walking over shirtless and equally as flushed to join them. Tyler’s face scrunched up again as he grabbed his food and set it on the counter, opening it and running his hands through his hair.
“What’s wrong.” Brendon said bluntly.
“Nothing.” Tyler answered quickly.
“You’re a shitty liar. What’s wrong.” Brendon said, biting into his half of the burrito.
Tyler sighed, poking at his food with fork before dropping it. It was true that something was wrong.
“I met this guy who worked at Chipotle who was really adorable and sexy and he liked MCR and he said my name was cute and I think I’m in love Brendon what do I do.” Tyler said concernedly.
Tyler looked up at Brendon to see him staring at Tyler with an amused expression. Tyler frowned in agitation at his roommate.
“You get his number?” Brendon question.
“Do you think I have the social capability to ask for his number in front of people?” Tyler huffed indignantly.
“You have enough social capability to be a sassy shit to me so yeah, I do.” Brendon retorted.
“I’ve known you for a while Brendon. I met him 10 minutes ago.” Tyler deadpanned.
Brendon rolled his eyes. “Well, maybe go back tomorrow and ask him for his number. I’ll come with you.” Brendon suggested.
“That work-” Tyler sighed, but was cut off to a knocking at their front door.
All three looked over at the door with equally confused expressions. Tyler, made his way over, deicing that a shirtless Dallon answering the door with two guys in the background or Brendon answering the door wasn’t a good idea. He pulled open the door, looking up and he froze, eyes wide at the person standing there.
“Oh, hey Tyler.”