If I was a rich girl (na, na)
See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl
No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end
Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl
-Gwen Stefani, Rich Girl

The rest of their day together in Atlantic City was spent being driven from store to store, and it didn't take long for Josh to ease into the feeling of this lifestyle.
"Do you think this would sit right?" Josh asked, holding up a bomber jacket in front of his body.
"Maybe, but get a different colour- green isn't in right now."

Tyler dug through the rack until he found a blood red velvet bomber jacket, lined with smooth plaid material, holding it out for Josh.
"Oh my God, that is so sexy."
"Blasphemy." Tyler scolded him gently but handed him the jacket either way. "Try it on."
Seeing as it was only a jacket, Josh walked in front of a mirror, pulling it over his shoulders and admiring himself.
Tyler appeared over his shoulder, looking at his reflection approvingly. "You look good, Joshua."
Josh smiled proudly. "Thank you." He hummed, taking the jacket off and putting it back on a coat hanger before folding it over his arm.
"What do you think of these sunglasses?" Tyler asked, they were black and the corners were pinched upwards.
"Hm, not a fan to be honest." Josh shrugged.
Tyler gasped in dramatic fauned hurt, but he trusted Josh's judgement.
Josh laughed gently, going off to look at something before coming back with skinny jeans. "Do you reckon these would make my ass look fat?" 
Tyler's eyes lit up, "I have a pair of tight leather pants at home, you can have them if you want. Everyone loves ass."
Josh thought it over. "Wouldn't you wanna keep them? I'm sure they look good on you."
"I'm more of an ass-admirer than ass-admiree. You know?"
"I see what's going on here." He nodded. "I'm gonna go try these on." Josh stated before leaving again.

Tyler busied himself with picking out some clothes for himself, but mostly picked out accessories for Josh. By the time they had left the store, the price on the receipt could make you faint. The pair went on to many stores after that until the sun began to fall, then Tyler had the driver go back to the airport with their bags and have them moved to their jet. Tyler and Josh instead staying at the beach with Tyler's almost empty wallet and a beautiful sunset to admire.

They found a spot to sit, and there they watched the day fade to night, instead focusing on the beautiful lights which shone from the boardwalk like an emerald city. Josh was glad that Tyler went to the extreme of buying them blankets before they reached the beach, because as the air went chilly, Josh and Tyler felt cozy in the overpriced blanket coffin.
"I don't wanna go home, you've made me feel like a very special boy today." He grinned, looking over at Tyler.
Tyler would be lying if he said that the air didn't leave his lungs when he heard what Josh admitted, even if he was joking. "I had fun too. I think Ryan has competition as my number one shopping companion."
"Does that mean we'll do this again? You're just enabling my groupie lifestyle." Josh giggled.
Tyler choked and then laughed louder than he had before in front of Josh. "I guess I am, but don't think this is an invitation for you to suck my dick."
Josh gasped mockingly. "And to think we shared a bed last week. Did it mean nothing to you?" He managed to get out while laughing.
Tyler shoved him lightly, giggling loudly and rolling onto his side towards Josh. "Stop it, Joshua."
"But Tyyyyler, I want to suck your dick so bad!" He whined mockingly before laughing.
Tyler's cheeks burned bright red as he laughed, and as fireworks lit up the sky his rosy face was momentarily visible to Josh. He smiled adoringly at Tyler, quiet as he admired the other boy's face. Tyler gazed back at him before quickly rolling onto his back again and looking up at the fireworks.
"We should head back to the plane, it's already 1 in the morning and the driver has finished for today, so we have to get a taxi from town. Sorry." Tyler apologised, sitting upright.
"It's fine." Josh smiled, getting up slowly.
Tyler offered Josh his hand after he'd gotten up, then focused on stuffing the blankets into a carry bag which he slung over his shoulder. "Shall we?"
"We shall!" Josh grinned, starting to walk.

The walk was relatively quiet, but the city never really slept, especially in the red light district which glowed in the distance.

"Any spare change?" A voice called from ahead of them, a young guy was hunched against a wall with his hand toward them.
"No, sorry." Tyler lied.
"But your clothes..."
"I don't have any spare change."
"Ty, don't be a dick." Josh mumbled, fumbling to get his wallet out of his pockets.
"Come on, Josh. There's a taxi up ahead and- oh, there it goes." Tyler put his hands on his hips, glaring at Josh. Josh glared back at Tyler as he pulled out a twenty dollar note. "It's fine, I didn't spend much today." Josh told Tyler before handing it to the gracious boy.
Tyler rolled his eyes, "Same old Joshua, taking my money and then acting like a good person."
Hurt flashed across Josh's face as he unzipped Tyler's bag and pulling out one of the blankets and sitting on his knees in front of the boy. "Hey, we really don't need this. It might be a bit sandy but it'll keep you warm for the night." Josh smiled gently. The kid held the blanket close when Josh passed it to him, nodding quickly. "I- Thank you!"
"Josh, taxi." Tyler, said sternly. He scoffed again and walked away from the two, waiting to wave down any taxis which passed. Josh said one last thing to the boy before getting up and walking with Tyler, crossing his arms over his chest angrily.
Tyler glanced over to him. "What did I do now?"
"What the fuck is your problem? He was only a kid!" Josh huffed angrily, staring out at the street.
"He was probably going to use that money to feed his raging alcohol addiction. You know that, right?" Tyler raised his eyebrows at Josh..
Josh balled up his fists lightly. "You're fucking disgusting! That's the dumbest stereotype ever."
"Actually, statistics say that over 40% of homeless people struggle with addiction."
Josh glared at the ground, dumbfounded for a moment. "You're pulling statistics out of your ass to make yourself feel better about being a dick to some disadvantaged teen. Real cool, Joseph."
Tyler gasped. "I did not. Do you know how much damage you do to people's careers, Dun? Maybe helping grody people helps you sleep at night."
"You are such an asshole! It's life or death out here on the streets and you're sad that I've bumped people down the social ladder before?"
Tyler paused thoughtfully. "You said 'out here', now you're one of them?"
Josh took a few deep breaths. "Do you fucking know what it's like to live on the streets? Have you ever slept on cold concrete in record cold temperature scared that you'll die before you eat your next meal? That kid needs money more than you fucking do."
"Aren't you meant to be the guy who researches this stuff? I've never lived on the streets, silly."
"Well whoop-de-doo, Tyler Joseph has had his life handed to him, everybody! Go fuck yourself, rich boy." Josh finally looked at Tyler, glaring.
Tyler's mood flipped as he grabbed the collars of Josh's jacket with both hands, grasping onto it in closed fists. He glared dead into Josh's eyes with a look that could kill.
"Are you gonna punch me because you're mad that I'm right, Tyler?" Josh spat.
Tyler shoved Josh against the brick wall of a building, heaving through his nose. "You don't know half of the shit I went through to become what I am today."
"Fucking okay! You know nothing about my life and I sure as hell don't brag about it."
Tyler's eyes changed from anger to sincere hurt. "Fuck you, Joshua. Find your own way home."

He ripped his hands away from Josh, turning and continuing to walk down the street.
Josh stood there for a moment before sliding down the wall, completely exhausted and feeling borderline hopeless. Tyler didn't stop. In fact he only walked quicker with his head bowed and shoulders slumped, reaching up to wipe his face every few seconds.

Josh stared at the lights of the streets, replaying the argument in his head and trying to figure out who was right in this situation. He wanted so desperately to tell Tyler everything about himself, as if that would somehow change Tylers whole opinion. But what would that do? Josh was just a bad person with an equally bad past and he deserves no sympathy from the older boy. Josh pulled his knees to his chest tightly, subconsciously attempting to make himself look as small as possible just like the boy from before. He found himself spiralling downward into a complete sensory overload. The harsh words kept replaying in his mind, making him desperate to throw up from the guilt.

Josh was terrified.
Cars sped down the streets in front and beside him.
Old, loud men walked passed him with their egos high as their trophy-wives followed like dogs.
One of the men flipped a coin onto the ground next to him and he couldn't even muster up the courage to give it back.
It was too loud for Josh.
People laughing.
Cars screeching.
Glasses smashing.
Fireworks crackling.
Women howling.
Dogs barking
A car door opening.
A car door opening?

"Get in, loser."
Josh looked up, his eyes focusing on Tyler who leaned out of the backseat of a taxi cab, a shy smile on his face. Josh got himself up and off the floor unbelievably fast, getting into the taxi and turning away from Tyler when he closed the door.

The cab was quiet as they drove through the dark city, the only sounds being Josh's heavy breathing and Tyler's hushed sniffles from previous tears. They pulled up at the airport and Tyler linked his arm around Josh's elbow, guiding the distressed boy through the busy airport and back to the VIP lounge where their plane awaited. Tyler did not say anything until they were back on the small jet, sitting in the same seats as before. This time with Tyler leaning forward on the table with his elbows and his chin resting in his palm, while Josh busied himself by pouring a glass of liquor before looking out the window.

The two sat in silence for a while, the only sounds being the two doing up their seat belts for takeoff and Josh already pouring a second glass.

"You're such a baby." Josh mumbled, taking a sip. "I can't believe you walked off."
"I'm not a baby!" Tyler glared at him, pouring a glass for himself. "Besides, you wouldn't have followed if I asked you. I wasn't planning on you having a meltdown."

Tyler then sighed, "Listen, I know I was being a bit of an asshole back there-"
"A bit?" 
"...okay a lot. I'm sorry if I offended you."
Josh stared down at his empty glass before grinning. "I'm feeding my 'raging alcohol addiction,' huh?"
Tyler paused when it all clicked, "You were homeless, weren't you?"
"Bold assumption, Joseph." Josh hummed
"Well... you kept referring to yourself as one of them." Tyler said pointedly.
Josh poured himself another glass. "Good job big shot, ya got me."
Tyler frowned, "I'm not judging you, I'm just trying to understand you."
"With how you talked about that kid, I kinda doubt that."
Tyler tensed, "My wealth has nothing to do with how I acted. That's just the way I've been raised."
Josh groaned. "You're an adult! You should be able to decide the right way to treat a human being."
Tyler looked guilty. "I guess I'm just not all that great at making decisions for myself."
Josh nodded slightly, finally looking at Tyler once he finished another glass. "Don't look at me like that.."
"Joshua, I've apologised and tried my best to explain myself to you. How you are acting is all on yourself."
Josh stayed quiet, nodding slowly.
"I'm not mad at you, I wasn't mad when I opened the cab door for you either. I know you're still mad at me, I saw this coming from when we first acted friendly, I always piss everyone off eventually. But you are being a dick right now."
"You- You were being a dick..." Josh tried to excuse himself even if he knew Tyler was right.
Tyler sighed and poured himself a glass, "At least I admitted to it."
Josh made a dejected noise, too stubborn to say anything back to Tyler.
Tyler only huffed with disappointment, taking off his sunglasses to rub his tired eyes before putting them on again. He turned his attention to the window and gazed out at the city lights which were below them.
"I'm just- I'm- Sorry." Josh mumbled, getting up to go to the bathroom quickly to recollect himself.
"I'm sorry too." Tyler whispered as he watched him walk away, downing his glass.

Josh came back after a moment, sitting back down. Then he noticed that Tyler wasn't still sitting, but was at the bar pulling every bottle out and onto the counter besides a large glass.
"What are you doing..." Josh furrowed his eyebrows, surprised by Tylers sudden mood change.
"You know, Joshua. A long while ago I actually took classes in cocktail making." Tyler said with a sly smirk, popping the cap off a bottle and tipping some into the glass.
"Looks like you're throwing in everything but the kitchen sink there." Josh teased.
Tyler nodded, "That is correct. I stopped going after the second class." Which earnt a strong laugh from Josh.
He opened another bottle and tipped more than a shot or two worth of expensive tequila in.
"Could you imagine me in my luxurious house throwing a party, all my guests having a great time while I entertained them with my drink mixing?" Tyler said dramatically.
"Oh, I'm very entertained." Josh hummed, chewing on his sleeve absentmindedly.
"Well I'm not. Could you imagine how boring that would be? You can't mix drinks when you're drunk or doped out, so I'd have to stay as sober as possible." Tyler shook his head. "I can't believe that people do it for a living."
"Stay sober for a living? I'm sober!" Josh smiled proudly before gasping. "Wait..."
"Well that's just incorrect." Tyler giggled, pouring in a collection of different drinks into the glass before putting away the bottles and carrying it over to Josh.

Tyler sat down and took a drink from the glass, cringing from the strong taste before leaning back in his seat with a smirk. "Give it a try, Joshua."
Josh did as he was told, taking a big gulp before laughing. "I'm sober!" Josh repeated before adding,  "You're just really nice when I'm dumb."
"Then I guess I'm just the sweetest person in the world." Tyler said with witty humour.
"You're so mean! I'm gonna drink your whole gross drink and you don't get any more." Josh pouts, taking another big sip.
Tyler glared at Josh and pulled the glass away. "I made it, I have drinking rights." He stated, drinking as much as he could in a mouthful just to spite Josh.
Josh giggled. "But I wanted that specific bit..."
Tyler rolled his eyes and passed it back to Josh so he could finish the rest. "Dumbass."
Josh picked up the glass before getting up, sliding into the seat next to Tyler. "We can share this last bit." Josh smiled, sipping some before holding it out to Tyler. 
"I should have spat in it, just like you did to my orange juice."
"Spit in my mouth instead." Josh blurted out.
Tyler looked at Josh with an unreadable face before picking up the glass again, "Man, I don't even know if that's a sin or not."
"Everything's a sin and you're boring." Josh pouted at him.
"That's actually true." Tyler nodded in agreement, sipping the drink before passing it back to Josh.
Josh looked at the almost empty glass. "I'm gonna make a better drink. Do you think there's any energy drinks?" He asked, getting up and looking in the bar. 
"Try the cabinet on your left." Tyler said, watching him from his seat.
Josh pulled out a can of Redbull, pouring half into the glass before adding a concoction of all the drinks in the bar. "This looks like a heart attack." Josh smiled, going to sit next to Tyler again.
"A heart attack in a glass." Tyler said in agreement as he gazed into the dark liquid. "I am not drinking that."
Josh shrugged, drinking as much as he could in one breath. "You're a coward." He added once he finished. "Is this a sin?"
"Yeah... kind of." Tyler laughed.
"Cool." Josh smiled, drinking more.
Tyler rolled his eyes, "You're such a bad influence on me, my parents would think you were Satan on Earth."
"You're a horrible influence on me! I don't drink." Josh giggled, very obviously taking a drink from his heart-attack in a glass.
"You told me to spit in your mouth!" Tyler cried dramatically.
"Cause I'm a fag!" Josh cried back.
Tyler was stunned for a second, then shook his head and chuckled. "You're drunk, Joshua."
Josh pouted. "No, dummy, I'm in love."
Although Tyler was drunk, he was still uncomfortable. He couldn't help his awkwardness towards the topic, he was raised by his to believe that gay people belonged in Hell. He didn't agree with that, but he was trying his best to overcome his factory settings and mindsets.
"No, you're not. You're drunk."Tyler repeated.
Josh giggled. "Yeah, you're right! What would I do without you?" He asked, finishing the glass.
"You'd be back in LA, probably reading through fan mail and jerking off. Something like that."
Josh gasped jokingly. "I can't believe you'd say something like that... I don't jerk off, I have Brendon!"
Tyler's face was red, and not from the alcohol. "Too much information, Joshua."
"Isn't that all you think I do anyways?" Josh mumbled dejectedly.
"Honestly? Yeah. The dude's hypersexual and always has you on tab." Tyler shrugged.
"Not my fault I don't have a boyfriend. Guys suck." Josh frowned, staring out the window.
"People don't date you because they think you're Brendon's boyfriend." Tyler groaned.
"Is that why you don't wanna date me?"
Tyler tensed, looking away. "No, Gosh no." Tyler muttered, pulling his rosary beads from his bag and wrapping them tightly around his hand.
"I don't actually want to date you, you know." Josh contradicted himself.
"I'm glad, unrequited love is a real bitch."
"Oh yeah? When'd you suffer from that?"
"Oh no, Joshua. It's a real bitch to deal with when people don't get the jist that you don't want to date them." Tyler explained almost nervously.
"Yeah, bummer man." Josh shrugged, resting his head on the table.
"Shut up, your kind is usually guilty of it."
"Fags?" Josh cocked an eyebrow.
Tyler's eyes widened and he got flustered. "No! No, journalists, paparazzi, the media!"
Josh nodded into the table.
Tyler sighed, looking at his watch before stating: "It's three in the morning."
"I have too much caffeine in my body to feel that."
Tyler giggled, "Well I don't, and I want to nap."
"N- No!" Josh shook his head.
"Joshua, you brat, I knew you shouldn't have drunk that energy 'drink'." Tyler tutted,
"I am not a brat." Josh pouted.
"Okay, and I'm not exhausted." Tyler rolled his eyes.
"You're a bully." Josh huffed, leaning back against the seat.
"Whatever." Tyler switched off the lights through a remote control before he pulled out a pillow from underneath his seat and propped it against the wall of the plane, trying to get comfortable.
Josh just went on his phone, tapping his leg absentmindedly.
Tyler cracked an eye open, "You shouldn't use your phone while on a plane."
"I'm bored!" Josh whined.
"Go puke in the toilet." Tyler muttered, closing his eyes again.
"I'm just trying to have fun and you won't let me. Honestly, that's rude."
"You'll understand when you're old and wise like me." Tyler said, his voice getting slower.
Josh huffed, getting up to sit across from Tyler again. "I'm not young."
"You're younger than me."
"You're just annoying."
"Old, tired and annoying." Tyler agreed.
"Go to sleep already, old man. I wanna jack off in the bathroom."

Tyler adjusted his sunglasses, which were uncomfortable but he refused to sleep without them on in Josh's presence.
"Alright, Joshua. Have fun. There's seconal in the cabinet." Tyler said without much thought.
"I'm not a druggie, fuck off." Josh mumbled, going off to the bathroom.
Tyler sat upright, hurt and anger on his face. "What? And I am?" He yelled towards the closed bathroom door.
"I didn't say you were? Let me piss!" Josh called back.
Tyler groaned angrily, putting his head down on the table and squashing the pillow down over his head.
Josh came back, going back on his phone.
Tyler got up, crossing to seats on the opposite side and adjusting the seats so that he could lay across them. Of course after kicking of his shoes and getting a travel blanket from the front of their compartment. "Wake me up when we're landing."
"Yeah, sure." Josh mumbled, focused on what he was doing.

Tyler slept for the rest of the flight, being awoken by one of the staff in the end rather than Josh which hurt a little. Tyler was mad until he looked over to see Josh gazing out of the window at the early morning sunset. Tyler waited until the staff had cleared all their shopping bags out of the plane before crossing over to Josh.
"What did you take?" Tyler asked knowingly.
"B- Be- Big word..." Josh got out slowly.
"If he took seconal he'd be passed out... did you take benzos?" Tyler asked, thinking aloud.
"You don't know that." Josh mumbled, looking out the window still.
"Okay, I need you to hold onto my arm. There's probably going to be paparazzi and you can't be seen like this, Joshua. Do you think you can keep your head up for me?"
"Don't I look pretty enough to be seen with you..."
"Of course you do." Tyler said, not bothering to deal with Josh's  banter. "But not when you can't walk straight or keep your eyes focused."
Josh whined quietly, sitting up. "Can I stay here?"
"I'm going to take you back home... or maybe to Ryan's." Tyler decided.
"Why not Tyler's..." He asked, looking up at Tyler.
"I'm afraid that if you saw my house, I'd have to kill you, Joshua dear." Tyler smiled, offering Josh his elbow. Josh used Tyler to steady himself as he got up, holding on afterwards.
"I wanna see Ryan then." Josh smiled.
"Yeah, he's great." Tyler said, collecting baseball caps that he had ordered upon their arrival. He put one onto his own head, making sure it hung low over his eyes before wriggling one onto Josh's head too.
"Hopefully we'll be harder to spot." Tyler sighed. Josh nodded quickly, holding onto Tyler's arm dependently.
Their shopping bags were taken to Tyler's car, which had been driven to the pick up spot by a valet, before they were swapped to a professional driver. The pair were in no state to drive.
Josh sat as close to the other as he could in the car before being pushed away onto his seat by Tyler.

From there, the drive to Ryan's was pretty quiet, mostly because Josh was tripping on a mix of sedatives and Redbull and could barely make a coherent sentence. Finally they made it to Ryan's and booked it to his apartment as quickly as they could.

"Where the fuck did you two go? Don't tell me you got married in Vegas." Ryan greeted them after opening the door.
"I took Joshua out on a shopping spree in Atlantic City. Bite me, Ross." Tyler said as he lead Josh over to the couch.
As if on queue, Josh bit Tyler's shoulder lightly, causing the boy to shriek in surprise and drop  him onto the couch. "Ross, not you!" To which Josh just giggled.
"What'd you do to Josh?" Ryan sighed, yawning quietly.
"I showed him my bartending skills and he found my drug cabinet while I was asleep. He's totally out of it. Benzos I think." Tyler explained.
Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head disapprovingly. "You're in trouble. You're staying here and dealing with him, Tyler."
"Why? I'm still drunk, Ryan." Tyler glared at him. "And I didn't tell him to get off his face, that's his fault."
"Je- Gosh, what'd you do? Josh hates drugs."
"I seriously doubt that. Did you know that he loves Redbull?" Tyler asked, his train of thought changing.
"That is so not important." Ryan sighed. "Can you just go sleep so we can deal with this at a reasonable hour?"
"Can't I at least sleep at my own home?"
"I know you, if you do that you won't leave again for another three days minimum."
"Fine, whatever. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Wait, Tyler." Ryan sighed. "Do you realise what you did?"
Tyler stopped and turned to face Ryan, a confused frown on his face. "What do you mean?"
"You shouldn't have let him drink."
"He was loving it, he got so drunk." Tyler giggled, not yet realising the severity of the situation.
"Ty, people don't just get off their faces out of boredom. Josh has a problem and he's been trying to deal with it." Ryan sighed, sitting on the couch next to the young boy who had passed out by now.
Tyler's smile dropped. "If he had a problem I would have noticed. Or he would have told me."
"Josh thinks it's embarrassing, just tries to ignore it."
"What's so bad about drinking, anyway?" Tyler asked, trying to escape by walking back towards the guest bedroom.
"Addiction, Tyler."
Tyler stopped midstep, his shoulders tense. "Bullshit, he's just trying to fit in."
"What the fuck, Tyler? Of all people, I'd think you'd take this seriously."
"Come on, Ryan. When do I ever take things seriously? Besides, how would you know?" Tyler scrunched up his nose,  finally turning to look at Ryan with his fists clenched.
"He spent a whole tour with me, people talk." Ryan shrugged.
Tyler's know-it-all attitude faltered, "Are you serious?" He asked disbelievingly.
Ryan sighed. "Yes, Tyler. I'm serious, this is serious and I don't appreciate your attitude."
"I am tired, and actually need to work on some new stuff soon or I won't be able to repair the damage Joshua did to my bank account."
"I thought I was your shopping buddy...." Ryan frowned.
Tyler's face dropped, "Wait- no, I'm sorry. It didn't mean anything to me, Ry. He encouraged me to do it."
Ryan held his hand to his mouth, standing up quickly. "Tyler, baby.. I am so sorry he did something like that to you.. But I don't think this is gonna work out..."
"He used me!" Tyler cried, pointing at where Josh lay.

Their conversation was interrupted when Josh reached his arms up, making grabby hands at whoever was close to him. "Shut up.."
"Tyler, he needs me. I can't do this with you tonight." Ryan sighed.
Tyler scoffed, "I could look after him better than you, I took him to Atlantic City! When have you ever taken him out?"
"You took him to New Jersey, he could've died there!" Ryan cried out. "I buy him food when he's sad, do you know his fast-food order? Cause I do!"
"I could learn it if you allowed me to spend more time with him!" Tyler stomped his foot.
"I won custody fair and square! Don't forget those videos we showed the court, Tyler."
"I know you sucked the judge's dick and- hold on..." Tyler paused, only then realising what they were arguing about.
"Fuck you, Ross. I'm going to sleep."