power to the local dreamer

n i n e

josh's pov:

as i enter my new school, i feel an impending sense of dread. dread that they would discover my secret. that was what made me leave my last school - they found out. it didn't help that i was a flaming bisexual either.

as i walk through the halls, i see a group of people huddles around some lockers. i can hear a muffled shrieking, the sound of skin hitting skin.

'poor kid', i mutter, shaking my head. i had been in that position countless times.

i finally find the office and grab my schedule and map (this place is huge). i head to my first class, maths. my teacher is a balding man in his late fifties called mr. whitehall. he speaks in a monotone and has a slight limp.

he tells me to sit next to a mister tyler joseph, a boy who seems to be asleep already. he has fluffy brown hair and it looks so soft. i want to spoon him and put my face in it and - josh, stop it. stop. you pervert. anyway. i tap him on the shoulder, his hoodie is soft too.

'hi, i'm josh.'

he lifts his head and i notice he has bruises forming on his face. he's been crying. a look of recognition, of panic, hits his face. he looks like he's about to have a panic attack.

and then he runs.

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a/n

yo children i'm back and with a new fic! slowtown is on hold for a bit, but i want to concentrate on this one for now.

ily, nicola 🍀