1000 Paper Cuts (a Weshire story)

Chapter 1

A/N: *TRIGGER WARNING.

(Joven)

“GAME BANG!" The crew and I shout in unison as the cameras shut off.

"Well that was absolutely terrible." Anthony states, attempting to wipe the hot pepper off his tongue.

"Not for me!" Ian teases, taking a drink from his gallon of milk.

"Give me some!" Anthony whines. Mari rushes forward to grab the jug from Ian's hands.

"Mari! Let go!" They wrestle for a few moments before Ian drops the milk, spilling it all over Mari's shirt.

"I am so sorry! Let me grab something to-"

"I swear to God. You have until the count of 3, Hecox." Mari threatens, an evil grin spreading itself across her face. "1...... 3!" She begins chasing Ian around the room. David, Anthony, and Matt collapse on the floor in laughter. Wes holds onto me for support, and I use the hollow laugh that has echoed through me the past few months.

As we chuckle, Mari tackles Ian to the ground. I watch as she starts to tickle him, the milk dripping onto Ian's shirt. "Mari! Please! I said I'm sorry!" He manages in between bursts of laughter.

I break away from Wes and silently walk to Mari. I flip her off of Ian, pinning her to the ground. Mari squirms underneath me. "Hey! No fair, Joshua." She chuckles.

"Sorry to break up the tickle fest," Wes's voice shocks me, "but I have my heart set on cosplay shopping. And considering the fact Joshua and I live together, we took the same car. So, if you have any hope of going home tonight, Joshua, I suggest you leave now with me." I roll of of Mari and see Wes hugging everyone goodbye. I do the same and we exit the room.

Surprisingly enough, Wes and I walk in silence to the car. He unlocks the door to the vehicle and I climb inside. We begin our short ride home.

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"You sure you don't want to come shopping with me?" Wes questions as we pull up to our apartment complex.

"I'm sure." I reply, opening the car door to step out.

"Fine." He sighs. "I will be back in probably about 45 minutes. Be good." Wes jokes.

"Bye!" I wave and shut the door before he can bother me any further. I see his face light up with that boyish grin as he waves goodbye and drives off.

I walk up a few flights of stairs, digging through my wallet to find the key to our shared apartment. As I reach the door, I pull the key out and twists the knob. Entering, I slam the door and throw the keys in the direction of the kitchen table, totally missing. I shrug. Oh well. Not my problem.

My feet lead me to my bedroom. I open the door and immediately shut myself inside the small room. Walking over to my bedside table, my fingers fling the drawer open. Frantically, I throw all the trash on the ground until my fingers brush what they are looking for. I pull out the small black notebook and let my hands wander along its leather cover. I greedily open it and catch my razor before it falls on the ground. I roll up my sleeve, looking at my scars. 67, I mentally count. Sitting down on my bed, I don't even bother to grab a cloth before I start reading.

Could someone please get rid of Jovenshire?! He loses every challenge! Seriously, you should work on that.

Can we see more of Wes and less Joven? He's kind of terrible. Honestly, I don't see the point in keeping him around.

Great video! Except for Joven, that is. He is total trash.

And again the loser is Jovenshire. Are you this bad in every aspect of your life?