so this might start being shorter from now on. maybe only 1800-2000 words idk but im honestly losing creativity at this point i don't even have a plot for this thing. im planning for something to happen at fifteen or ten. yeah. okay enjoy!!
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"you realize you had like an extra who knows how many hours here before i showed up right? so that means i can pick what we do now since we sat through the nightmare before christmas... again." josh said, trying desperately not to get me to replay the movie. he obviously doesnt see the potential and effort and greatness put into this movie does he?
"josh, seriously, you're my best friend, but i think this movie deserves more of your love." i said to him. he looked at me and sighed at the sarcastic sympathetic smile i was giving him.
he sighed again, "i guess we will have to do this the hard way." at this point i was maybe scared of what he was going to do so i squinted my eyes at him in a way that screams, fight me. he has chosen to challenge me.
i squeaked as josh jumped on top of me, grabbing the controller from my hand and throwing it across the room. i let out a growl noise thing and tried to escape from his grasp. i flew my arm out, making grabby hands in the direction of the controller with a groan as josh tried to pin me down. with resent, i looked back at him but my anger soon flooded out of my body with one look at his eyes.
just now i think i noticed the extent of this tiny thing i had for him. his eyes were a nice chocolate color. the kind that draw you in and make you feel warm. like you've just been wrapped in a blanket because you looked into josh duns eyes. i think i was blushing. oh jesus i felt a wave if heat wash over my cheeks and i suddenly looked away.
yet i found myself looking back to his face as he held himself up on his hands over me. he was literally right on top of me. his thighs were next to mine as he straddled me. i noticed this and instantly felt my cheeks go more red than they were before and i am legit thanking jesus for making josh's tree house dark because its only six am and i probably look like a red potato at this point.
i figured josh was thinking that it was a little bit awkward cause instantly a smile grew on his face and his hands flew to my stomach and sent me into a fit of giggles. he started fucking tickling me like i was five god damn years old and i can not believe he is doing this right now i swear to god.
i laughed hard as he chuckled. his fingers dug into my sides as i struggled to get away from his hands, thrashing around violently and still managing to get a few words out.
"JOSH I SWEAR I WILL-hA-Ki-HI-KILL YOU-HOO! JOSH- MeR-HER-CEY! PL-PLEASE!" i screamed in between laughs as he chuckled and continued chuckling as he ran his fingers all over my stomach.
"NEVER!" he yelled in reply letting out a laugh as my shirt my began to ride up. his laugh sounded nice when it mixed with mine. his eyes lit up in the dark room as he smiled and tickled me. honestly this is my version of heaven.
i suddenly felt the feeling of josh's fingers on my stomach stop. i let my laughter dye out and calm down before i opened my eyes and saw the look in his. his eyes had dropped. he looked like he had seen a ghost and that it had told him his favorite cat died. i met his eyes and looked to where he was looking-my stomach-noticing why he had stopped suddenly.
"um. josh listen, that was so long ago, okay? that- i mean it was a while ago and i-i was just-" i was cut off by an emotional josh lunging at me, knocking me down with a hug. i cringed as my back hit the hardwood floor of the tiny house, but i ignored the pain i felt and focused on hugging josh back. i remember what this did to my mom and i don't want the same to happen to josh because of me.
"why?" he asked. i sighed and closed my eyes. trying hard to prepare myself for this. i kind of just went mute. i don't know why but every time this thing happened the person left. that, or said something that resembled how stupid i am, then left. i was shocked at this point.
after a while he slowly released his arms from me and sat back up on my hips. i was still laying on the floor as he traced the lines that remind me of other times on my stomach. i shied away at the touch, feeling goosebumps rise on my skin as his finger ran across the scars that stretched over me.
"i asked why, tyler. i want an explanation." he said confidently. but i could tell he was so close to falling off the edge and breaking. he was trying to hide it but i heard it in the way his voice quivered and shook in fear of my answer yet in pure anticipation and curiosity.
"i-i just- i was just- i was just fucking broken. people knew that a-and they didn't care. okay?" i asked. i didn't want a rerun of the whole thing. i wanted a short little explanation and thats it. he didn't though, he wanted it all.
"tyler." he exaggerated and i folded my arms over my eyes. before he had moved his hands from my stomach, but he now put them back. retracing the scars i found so trivial yet others took so heavily. his touch caused another layer of goosebumps to rise but also a thin little layer of reasoning and confidence in telling him. of course i didn't want to but he has the right, i guess.
"i- i was in ninth grade, okay? i was just starting out the middle of the school year. before, i was just invisible. then people finally decided to notice me. i think i enjoyed it at first, getting noticed. b- but after the first few weeks they noticed more about me. t-they only noticed the bad stuff. a-and i-i. th-they w-were.." my voice began to shake and i stopped talking for a moment just to breathe.
"t-they.. they were.." i couldn't feel the air anymore. i felt my chest moving up and down and at a rapid pace, but i couldn't feel the air flowing in and out of my lungs.
"j-josh. i-i don't.." i removed my arms from my face as i started breathing rapidly. i sat up and looked around the room a little bit dizzily and in a scared fashion. josh noticed and i felt him grab my shoulders and move his head in my line of sight.
"tyler? tyler are you okay? tyler? okay just breathe. in and out, okay? in. and out. good." he chimed as he breathed for demonstration and i mimicked his actions. he nodded as we repeated this a few more times until i calmed myself from the mini anxiety attack.
"hey, hey. its okay." he said and showcased a smile, looking me in the eyes to let me know that it was okay. he pressed his lips together and pulled me in for a tight hug.
"i-i don't wanna talk about it." i mumbled into his shirt. he nodded and rubbed my back soothingly.
"we don't have to, im sorry." i nodded and held him back in the hug tightly. i rested my forehead on his shoulder and let it come at once.
it started with cloudy vision and watery eyes. one tear or two. a few more and more and then a choked sob. and another. one more before i let it all out. i sobbed and wept into his shoulder as he held me. he continued to rub my back and shush me every thirty seconds.
after about twenty minutes my horrible and miserable crying stopped and now it was ten till seven and we were just sitting here holding onto each other for dear life. his shirt soaked and mine heated from the constant rubbing.
"do you wanna watch the nightmare before christmas again?" he asked and i let out a watery giggle. i shook my head lightly and sniffled.
"nah dude. i think some adventure time would be good." i spoke softly into his shirt.
"alright. c'mon lets sit on the couch and ill get more pickle chips." he said and i let out a gasp. he stood up and off of me and looked down at me with a raised eyebrow as i sat on the floor with my mouth wide open and my eyes staring at him in shock.
"you have pickle chips? and didn't bother telling me this before? do you have any emotions whatsoever??" i asked in mock disgust at him as his eyes light up with relief that im okay. he lets out a laugh that lights his whole face up and reaches his hand out for me to get up. i stand and he mutters something along the lines of what sounded like 'dork' and i couldn't help but laugh.
he placed the chips in between us as we settled down on the couch and got comfortable. he even found a really really soft blanket and threw it over us. once settled we sat there. in a bit of awkward silence as josh noticed he needed something and looked around the space for it.
"where'd the controller go?" he asked and i let out a bark of a laugh at the confused look on his face. a look of realization swept him as he stood up, undoing the covers snd everything and walking over to where he threw the controller and walking back over to the couch and settling himself back in.
"well that totally wasn't stupid." he said and i couldn't help the giggle that escaped my mouth. he looked over at me and smiled before looking back over to the tv an using the controller to turn it back on and scrolled through the few installations he had to get to netflix.
he logged in real quick before scrolling through the first few set of movies and tv shows listed. then the next once he didn't see it, then the next and so forth. at the fifth row of scrolling with his eyebrows knotted he suddenly stopped. i looked over at him to see him looking down at the controller with a confused look as he moved and pressed the buttons over and over again.
"well fuck." he said,"its dead."
"well wheres the charger?" i asked curiously, looking around the small room for the cord that we needed at the moment.
"ummmmm....." he said, raising suspension, "at my house." he said with a sigh.
ugh. josh dun is no longer josh fun.
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ive taken two hours out of sleeping for this. please be appreciative. i like my sleep. i felt the need to do this for you. love me. okay im done here. HAVE A NICE MONDAY AND STUFF.
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