The hall was packed with people, all rushing to get out. Icabod wasn't as desperate, though he'd been going here long enough to know how to keep up and leave safely. As he went out of the many doors, he walked up the hill onto a boulder, just to get a look at the cars passing below. It was almost hypnotic watching all of them, zipping in and out of th- "Ic! Bud!" Josh ran up and sat next to him. "Man, where have you been?" He asked, a bit short of breath. Icabod looked at his feet and gave a "Mhm," as a response, not knowing what to say. "Bud, seriously. I didn't see you at all yesterday or on the weekend. What were you doing?" He stayed silent, trying to avoid confrontation. "Ic, I really missed you, man. Look if you don't want to talk about it can we just-," he sighed, not really having anything else to say, and grabbed Icabod's hand. Ic looked at him, still not saying anything or smiling, but his grey gaze said "thank you."
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The Wish Button Strikes Back
General FictionA man called Icabod has a series of peculiar dreams