Epilogue

                                    

                                          
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"Tyler Joseph, smile for this goddamn camera or so help me..." Billie Joe mutters angrily at his nephew, who stands with a blank stare that contrasts wildly next to his boyfriend's beaming grin.
                          
Josh looks at his Tyler with a pout, flicking the tassel on the taller's cap, "C'mon, it's grad! Smile!" He drawls, pinching Tyler's cheeks up.
                          
Tyler can't help but quirk a smile at Josh's adorable face. Billie Joe quickly snaps a photo.
                          
"Haha! Yes!" He cheers, skipping away to save the picture onto his computer.
                          
Tyler rolls his eyes and turns so he's facing Josh completely.
                          
Josh has a victorius little grin on his face and is looking at Tyler with that look, that signature adorable Josh Dun look and Tyler can't even pretend to be mad.
                          
His hands come up to hold Josh's waist as the boy rambles excidedly.
                          
"You're finally graduated! You have a high school diploma! I told you that you could do it! See, this is why you gotta listen to me-- Oh! Are you going out with the team after the game? Who am I kidding, of course you are!"
                          
Tyler groans in protest, "I don't wanna." He pouts, holding Josh close, "Just wanna stay home and cuddle you."
                          
Josh giggles sweetly, patting Tyler's cheek. "Nice try," he scolds, "But you will be going out with them. One slice of pizza won't hurt."
                          
Tyler rolls his eyes but doesnt dare object.
                          
Since he joined the basketball team, Josh has been forcing him to go out on their celebratory dinners with them. Tyler would really rather not, but in the few weeks that he has been dating Josh, he's learned that the little guy is a force to be reckoned with.
                          
If he wants something, he will get it. Sure, Tyler is still the master at making Josh so flustered he can't stand, but Josh has his own weapons.
                          
His eyes, his face, his hands, his butt. The list goes on.
                          
"Fine," Tyler gives, "But you're coming with me."
                          
"Duh." Josh rolls his eyes, but grins and smacks a kiss on Tyler cheek.
                          
"Now, let's get you out of this hefty robe," Josh says, pulling Tyler out of the school and toward his car.
                          
Tyler nods in agreement, ripping the hat off his head.
                          
"And while we're at it, you might as well take your clothes off, too," He adds with a flirty grin, relishing in the blush that takes over Josh's complexion.
                          
Josh shoves Tyler's shoulder, "Shut up, or I'll never let you touch my bum again," He threats.
                          
Tyler gasps, holding his heart in fear, "Please, no! Not the bum!" 
                          
A giggle breaks through Josh's faux-serious look for a moment, before he straightens himself out and is back to glaring.
                          
"Then behave!" He scolds, tapping Tyler's knee and gesturing for him to get a move on.
                          
In no time, their fingers are linked as they sit in a comfortable silence, driving to Tyler's uncles house.