skinny boy » joshler

eighteen || tyler

something's off about josh.

he looks... different, somehow. sharper. yet, at the same time, weaker. more slight.

"are you okay?" tyler asks at lunch, staring at the lack of food in front of his friend. "hungry?"

"not at all," says josh, at the same time that his stomach grumbles loudly. his unnaturally pale face turns pink. "i'm not hungry."

tyler half-smiles. "something's telling me otherwise. you want some of my lunch?"

"no. no, no, that's okay, keep it, you need it, have you looked at yourself recently? you need it, you look like you'll shrivel away—" josh stops talking, the flood of words suddenly dammed back in his throat, and stands up. "keep your food," he finishes quietly, swaying a little. "fuck, i'm dizzy."

tyler stands too, reaches a hand across the table to steady him. "josh, jesus," he shakes his head, "when's the last time you ate?"

"l-last night," josh replies nervously, and sinks back into his seat. "yeah, last night, i had dinner, and..."

it's the most obvious lie tyler's ever heard. "okay, and how about the truth this time?" he presses, raising an eyebrow.

josh won't meet his eyes. "you'll yell at me," he mumbles, and tyler's heart sinks. "...sunday."

he won't yell. why would he? that would make things worse.

but today is thursday.

today is thursday.

//umm how is everyone liking this so far idk if its better than the original tbh anyway ily all thnx 4 reading & voting ♥