Hunger and Highs (BEING REWRITTEN)

Three- Intro to Josh

"And why would you care? You don't even know me. You're just another rich kid who thinks he owns the fucking world!" He spat, clearly trying to get the desperate boy to finally give up.

"You know why I care. I can't stand around and watch someone like you, who hasn't been given a proper chance, throw his life away. You deserve better." Dallon stated, standing his ground.

"Oh please. Why don't you go suck a dick like you do best!" Brendon yelled, making not only my eyes widen, but Dallon's as well. Nearly everyone around us went to our school, and they all knew Dallon well. Well, not as well as they thought seeing as how he'd been keeping a very big secret from everyone. Brendon seemed shocked at his own words, still breathing hard from getting mad like he always did.

"Dude..." I said, looking around and seeing that all eyes were now on us. Dallon looked betrayed, and he should. Brendon, and I of course, was the only one who knew that Dallon was secretly gay.

"You son of a bitch." Dallon whispered, almost as if his voice wouldn't work as he turned and walked away quickly. If I hadn't been slightly high, I could've sworn I'd seen his lip tremble a bit as he did walk away, but I couldn't trust my senses.

"Shit! Fuck! Dal! Wait please! I'm sorry! Come back!" Brendon yelled, running after the retreating figure in a hurry as if his life depended on it. Dallon only seemed to walk faster, almost jogging away from Brendon. Lucky for Brendon, he was a fast runner.

"The fuck you looking at?" I sneered at all the kids still staring. They all looked away and went back to their business. I put the joint out on the concrete and ran a hand over my face. I stuffed my hand in my pocket and felt a piece of paper. I brought it out and examined it, looking at the slightly sloppy handwriting that held Tyler's digits. I was slightly pissed at the fact that I'd actually kept it. Why would I want help from him? Why would he even waste his time on me? He was one of those stuck ups that had everyone around him all the time because of who his parents were. I hated the thought of even being remotely near him. I wanted to make sure he knew how much I didn't want him around.

So I brought my phone out and typed the number in, hitting the little green button to call him. He picked up fairly quickly. "Expecting my call?"

"Josh? What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked frantically.

"Dude chill. And I'm fine, can I not just call to talk?" I giggled, involuntary of course, and played with the hem of my shirt. What was I fucking doing? I was supposed to be telling him that I wanted him away.

"...No..." He stated and I started laughing my ass off. I guess I was higher than I thought... "Josh I swear to god if you're high-"

"Oh I'm high as a fucking kite." I stated with another giggle and my subconscious cursed me for telling him. "Brendon is somewhere trying to apologize for outing Dal." I said over happily.

"Brendon o-outed Dallon? How did Brendon know about that?!" He said, and then I laughed.

"Brendon knows everything. ." I said and then hung up. By some miracle, I found myself at a house without being either lost, mugged, or hit by a car. I knocked, and a few minutes later, the door opened only to have me slapped in the face. I sobered up almost immediately with one look at his worried eyes. "I guess I deserved that." I stated sheepishly. But how did I miraculously wind up at his house? I didn't even know where he lived.

"Did I not tell you to call me before you did drugs?" He asked, making me feel bad. However, I simply shrugged and scratched the back of my head. "I can't leave you alone, can I?" He asked and I shook my head.

"You wouldn't understand." I said. "It's not that easy to just quit something that takes your mind off of just how shitty your life really is. Of course I can't expect you to know what a bad time is." I stated plainly and his eyes widened, but he swallowed and recovered quickly.

"Josh, you realize that if you keep doing this, it will kill you?" He asked and I scoffed.

"I'm surprised it hasn't yet. I've been doing this shit for three years and I still seem to be alive and fucking well." I stated exasperatedly.

"Bullshit, you're not fucking well no matter what you say. This is ruining you and you're never going to be able to get this back-"

"I'm already ruined!" I yelled, pulling at my hair after I realized I'd raised my voice at him. "Dammit." I said. "I'm sorry, I'm just so stressed right now for absolutely no reason."

"You don't like being like this, do you?" Ding ding ding! We have a winner!

"Who would?" I snapped and his features softened. I took in his appearance and realized just how skinny he was. I realized just how unnatural he looked. I still remember, albeit faintly, when Brendon raised his bottle to toast to Tyler. It wasn't something Brendon did often, and when he did that it meant that they had his respect. It wasn't often that we seen someone who was just as bad off if not worse than us. But what I couldn't fathom was what could make him want to do this to himself? "When was the last time you had a full meal?" I asked and he raised a brow as if to hide the fact that he was panicking inside. I could see it in his eyes.

"I had lunch-"

"Bullshit." He sighed, almost as if he was giving up on hiding it from me.

"A while..." I glared softly at him. "Fine, three months maybe? I lost track." He said and my eyes widened. "Look, if you don't like that I'm trying to loose weight to better myself then you don't have to accept my help-"

"Ty, you aren't helping yourself. You're killing yourself." Why the fuck am I calling him Ty? Fucking flip him off and leave!

"Then I guess we're both suicidal head cases."

This turned out much better than I thought it would...... It'll be a while before any actual Joshler stuff happens.

Stay alive... That's kinda hypocritical to tell you guys that when I'm prolly not gonna stay alive long idek

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