friend
[frend]
noun
1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
2. a person who gives assistance; supporter.

"Tyler!"

The boy shot up, wide awake thanks to Josh's yelling.

"What?"

"How many times have I asked you to do the fucking laundry?"

Tyler sighed and laid back down. He just woke up, it was too early, and he had no energy to deal with Josh right now.

"Answer me!" The older ordered, his hand slapping against the bedside table next to Tyler's head.

Tyler flinched, only shutting his eyes tighter. "I don't know..."

"I have no clean socks or underwear!"

"So? Borrow mine," Tyler suggested, really hoping Josh would like the idea.

"I don't want to wear your shit, I want my own clean clothes. What the hell are you good for? What do you while I'm gone? Go out and see other people?"

Tyler wanted to ask why Josh wasn't capable of doing his own laundry, but instead responded with, "I was sleeping all day."

"All you do is sleep, Tyler. You're so lazy. Would it seriously kill you to do the laundry?"

"Would it seriously kill you to fucking do it yourself!?" Tyler finally snapped, sitting up out of bed.

"I have my own job! You're supposed to do shit around the house, that's how this works!"

"I'd have my own job too, if you'd let me!"

"Just don't fucking talk to me," Josh muttered, going through Tyler's dresser drawers.

"What are you doing?"

"Wearing your underwear since someone doesn't want to clean mine."

"No, screw you," Tyler scoffed, getting out of bed to rip his clothes out of Josh's hands. "You don't want to borrow my clothes, remember?"

"I don't have a fucking choice, moron," Josh rolled his eyes. He held his hand out. "Give me them now."

"Or else what? You gonna hit me?" Tyler tested, his eyes burning a hole in Josh.

"Give me them!" Josh yelled so loud it made Tyler's ears hurt. He hesitantly set his clothes in Josh's hand.

"God, you're so difficult."

"Shut up. Leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you," Tyler mumbled as he sunk back on the bed.

"Let me guess, you're gonna go back to sleep again? How about you do something useful, like the goddamn laundry."

"I said leave me alone."

"I don't care what you said. If the laundry isn't done when I'm home from work, I'm going to be real mad at you."

"You'll be mad either way."

"Look at you, acting like you know everything."

"I know more than you," Tyler rolled his eyes.

"Bye," Josh spoke coldly, slamming the bedroom door shut as he walked out.

Tyler curled into a ball, watching the wall with a blank expression on his face. Josh pissed him off so much. He didn't want to do the laundry, that was so boring. He wanted to go see his friends; the ones that Josh didn't know he had.

Tyler retrieved his phone and opened snapchat. He swiped to open the only group chat he was in, consisting of his only three friends.

Tyty: What's everyone up to today

Beebs: Dal & I are hanging out

Tyty: What about Elsa? (Polarized_Tyler !! She won the contest to be a character in one of my stories :-))

Beebs: She's prob still sleeping

Tyty: Can we all hang out at your place?

Beebs: Aw we always hang here

Beebs: I've never even been inside your house and I want 2 meet Josh

Tyty: House is always a mess & he's at work

Beebs: Ok fiiiine

Tyler sighed in relief. He used the same excuse every time, but they always believed him.

Beebs: Will we eVER meet Josh??

Tyty: Idk, he has anxiety and doesn't like to meet new ppl so...

Beebs: Oh right, forgot about that

Beebs: Do you tell him about us?

It took Tyler a minute to think of a response.

Tyty: No I figure what's the point since you'll prob never meet anyway u know?

Beebs: Yea that makes sense ig

TyTy: What's Dal doing?

Beebs: Taking a shit

Tyty: O nice

Beebs: When u coming over?

Tyty: I gotta get dressed and eat something

Beebs: U can eat here if u want

Tyty: U sure??

Beebs: Yea idc

Tyty: Ok cool I'll be there in like 15

Beebs: I'll try calling L

Tyty: Ok see you soon

Beebs: See ya

Tyler was already in a better mood. He skipped to his dresser, rummaging through it to find an outfit. Tyler didn't know why Josh said he had no clean clothes when Tyler had plenty. Maybe it was because Tyler wore his pajamas most of the time.

He put on a white t-shirt and black jeans, also throwing on his red adidas jacket. Tyler wore red socks to match and slipped on his black vans. He smiled at his reflection, thinking he looked good. He wished Josh could see how good he looked, but too bad for him.

Tyler grabbed his phone and slipped out the front door. They only had one car, so Tyler had to ride his bike to Brendon's. It was April, so he had no problem with it. Tyler just hoped it wouldn't rain on his way to Brendon's or back home.

It had actually taken him twenty minutes to get there, but he knew it didn't matter. He put his bike behind Brendon's car so it couldn't be seen from the road, incase Josh were to drive by for some reason.

Tyler entered without knocking.

"You fucking smell!" He heard Brendon yelling, and Dallon laughing. Tyler was immediately overcome with happiness.

"I'm here!" he called out, leaving his shoes by the door.

Brendon and Dallon came running downstairs and both attacked Tyler in a hug.

"Tyler! It's been so long!" Brendon cried.

"It's been, like, three days," Tyler pointed out.

"He's like a dog," Dallon stated. "Three days to you is like three weeks to him."

"He's not wrong," Brendon admitted, making them laugh.

"Did Elsa answer?"

"Yeah, she was grumpy I woke her up but I told her you'd be here and she forgave me."

Tyler smiled, following his friends to Brendon's bedroom. They all sat in a circle on the bed, filling each other in on what had happened in the three days they hadn't seen each other.

"My mom wants me to visit," Dallon sighed. He didn't really get along with his family.

"Thank god mine doesn't. I haven't talked to them in forever." Tyler's family hadn't talked to him for years now. He didn't really care, but he missed his siblings sometimes.

"Your guys' relationships with your family sucks," Brendon said.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, thanks."

"Well, it's true. Dallon, why don't you say you have other plans? You can come with me to my parents' like last year."

Dallon and Brendon were really close, and Tyler knew they both had a thing for each other even though they denied it.

"What about me?" Tyler fake pouted.

"What about Josh, though?"

"Oh, yeah," Tyler sighed. He wanted to go with his friends.

"We could try talking to him, if you want," Dallon suggested.

"No, it's fine," Tyler forced himself to smile.

"Well the offers always out there."

"Thanks, Bren."

There was a loud knock on the door, and all three guys went racing downstairs to greet Elsa.