Prologue.

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"Josh, don't you wanna party? You're graduating next week! Everyones gonna be at the party tomorrow. C'mon dude, everyone's gonna be so stoked if you come! Well, call me back I guess or text me.. See you soon bud."

Tyler left me about 3 voicemails today, all pretty much sounding like that. He REALLY wants me at that damn party, mostly cause the poor boy doesn't wanna be alone the whole time, being Tyler and all. Tyler's not the most popular kid at our school, mostly because he kinda keeps to himself most of the time. Pretty dang cool guy though.

So I live by myself. Pretty unusual for an 18 year old right? Well, my parents kicked me out for becoming a drummer. My parents never supported me with music. I wasnt even allowed to listen to it, but i'd sneak off to record stores and stay there all day. I stayed with Tyler for a while, got a job and some money, then moved out on my own. So now I live a pretty fun life in a small ass house by myself.

So, about that party thing. Still not sure if I feel like going or not. I mean, poor Tyler probably needs a friend, and hey, I might even make new friends. I heard its a pool party though. Guess I dont HAVE to get in the pool right? I'm too uncomfortable with my body I guess. I dunno, I guess i'll go give it a shot.

Anyways, I should probably go call Tyler now. Which will probably lead to him coming over. Basically what happens everytime. That's what best friends do, right?

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