•8:44 pm•
Josh rummaged through the fridge, searching for something we could manage to eat. I had told him we could've just phoned in for a pizza, but he'd insisted on finding something himself. What can I say? The amount of determination he held was almost shocking.
His head quickly shot up, a maniacal grin plastered across his face. "Taquitos," he stated. "I found some microwaveable steak Taquitos."
Laughing, I shook my head, "What is a 'Taquito?"
"You've never had a taquito?" His eyes widened.
"Nope. I am actually quite proud to say that I have never eaten a taquito."
"What is wrong with you? Taquitos are like little pieces of steak heaven, rolled up in a tortilla."
"Fine, I'll try one. If I don't like it, you cannot yell at me. Deal?"
"Trust me, you'll love it."
Twenty minutes later, Josh and I were fighting over the last taquito. I admit it, they were actually pretty good. His claims were accurate, proving me wrong, for once.
Josh's phone began to ring, allowing me to snatch the last bit of food. Confused at first, Josh pressed the green button flashing across the screen. "Uh, hello?" He answered, a long pause following.
I munched quietly on my snack as he shot me a panicked look. I could hear a muffled and frantic voice on the opposite end of the call, but that was about it. "Of course," Josh stated, looking a little worried. "We'll be there in half an hour, I'll call Taylor too... Okay, no problem. Yes, I'm leaving now. Okay, bye."
"Who was that?" I questioned.
Josh spun around to face me, "Grab your jacket, we're going to Taryn's house. Brendan thinks she's having a panic attack or even something worse."
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