ℑ𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔬𝔱 // daybreak fanfic // rewriting

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔

We walked slowly through the door of the building, Josh went first and I followed him crouching with a knife in my hand, ready to fight. He held his skate up like a shield and made his way inside the main room. As I followed him I started to hear the voices more clearly, and see the people that cost that scene. The golf club, they were standing around some type of a box that looked like a coffin, laughing and yelling at the person inside to shut up. My doubts about that being Sam just got higher. She wasn't dumb, someone like the guys from the Golf club would never catch her. As I looked more closely I could see a part of the head of whoever was inside pop out. She was blond, perhaps it is Sam after all. "Josh! Michelle!" She yelled frightened. I could hear Josh whisper "Sam." As the expression on his face changed. Maybe it was a glimpse of hope that he finally found her, maybe it was love and I didn't quite understand their relationship or the reason behind their break up after all. Or maybe, he was ready to fight for her, making a plan in his head. Maybe I have underestimated Josh Wheeler after all. As she continued to scream our names, one of the Golf club members noticed us. Terrence Markazian, I didn't really know that kid, but I heard he was a prick. "Look who we have here. Party crashers!" He yelled as his freckled face turned at us completely, followed by the rest of the club. "Hey bros. What does the Golf club do to those who crash our party?" He says with the confidence of some mafia boss. I'm going to kick his ass. His hand rises up and the Golf club gets out their weapons. As they get ready to fight, as well as I do, Josh puts his hand up. "Hey, easy. We heard a scream I thought there might be some trouble." They scanned us with their eyes. Josh took a step forward. "What do you guys have back there?" "That's none of your business." Larry speaks up. It's funny how their names rhyme. Even funnier to think that that is one of the reasons they stuck together. "Buss of fly, unless you want to die." Jerry says. I have to laugh. "Rhyming? Really Jerry?" Terry says. "Yeah, you are not really good at it." I say, still chuckling a bit. They begin to fight about it. Jesus, these guys are annoying. "Enough! I'm the team captain. I make the threats." I look at him. "Yeah, I'm sure that you are wayyy scarier than them." I'm glad I came. This is hilarious. "As the team captain, I can see two of us don't belong here. Let's see. Barry, Gary, Jerry, Larry, and what's your name?" He looks at Josh and then at me, I wavy and smile ironically. "I obviously know you, Michelle, since when do you tag along with others? Last time I checked you were a lonely wolf." I look at Josh. "Well you know, I got bored and decided to see what are you idiots up to." He smiles. " And it's going to cost you your life." "I fought scarier Terrence, I'm not really worried about your little group of whatever you guys are supposed to be." He sighs. "I forgot how annoying you can be. Back to you, what's your name?" He says as he looks back at Josh. "Josh." They all look confused. "Tennis Josh?" One of them asks. "No." "Little Josh with a big truck?" "No." "Gay Josh? Or the other gay Josh?" "Just Josh. Okay? You guys don't know me."  Terry yells something about dyeing and moves fast closer to us. Josh pulls out a sword. Wow. I get my knifes ready, shit is about to go down, finally. Terry and the others laugh. "Soon you are about to be dead Josh." Josh lowers his weapon. "Wait, I have a hero origin story, it's got drama, fights and love, true love." They back down, for real? "Entertain us, and you might live." Oh god, now I'm just bored again. "Okay my story, I moved here just before the start of school... " And he begins to tell us a whole fucking saga about his first day.

"Are you trying to bore us to death?" Finally something me and Terry agree on. "Yo bruh your story is boriiing." Who talks like that? Josh gets up. "I don't get it, how did someone like you survive six months on his own?" I get up as well. "Trust me, Jerry, I don't get it either." Josh begins to list us all the amazing stuff he can do and I must admit, it's not bad. Beginner stuff but not bad. After hearing that Terry stands up. "We could use someone like you." What. "I don't do golf." Josh answers. "Plus, who would join you guys?" I laugh. "I have a better chance of surviving alone than tagging along with people like you." "Shut up Michelle, nobody is talking about you, and I was thinking more of a slave." "Kinky." He smacks his hand over the coffin thing. "Shut your mouth!" I laugh. "You are coming with us, Josh. Now we can do it a hard way or the harder way." Dude what. "Thanks, but no thanks. You see I have a mission to accomplish." And there he goes with his storytelling.