nick robinson 一 imagines

runaway, joe toy

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Dedicated to anyone who loves joe as much as I do.
Prompt: several days after Joe runs away, he finds you at work, in hopes of convincing you to run away with him.
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It's been 6 days since my best friend Joe, packed up and took off. No warnings. No goodbyes. Nothing. The police are still searching as much as they can, but unfortunately are not finding anything.
And I know that's exactly what Joe wants.
Not to be found.

The first few days he was gone, I did nothing but sit in bed and wonder if I had something to do with it. Maybe I didn't pay enough attention to him. If I didn't have anything to do with it, why would he not say goodbye? My mom was getting worried about me. She loved Joe as well, and worried along with me.

But just because he disappeared doesn't mean I can't still get on with my own life. I still pushed myself out of bed today, to go work my usual job on the golf course my father owns.

Today was a pretty normal day, just like any.
My job was to carry around a basket, full of drinks and snacks, and sell them to golfers.
After selling a few bottles of water, I took a seat on the course.

Where's Joe?
Why would he leave without saying goodbye?
Did I do something wrong?

The only things going through my head were questions, about Joe.
The only thing I could think of was Joe.
Goddamn Joe Toy.

I remember in sixth grade, when I started to have feelings for Joe.
It was completely new to me, to have feelings for your best friend, so I pushed it away and ignored it.

But as we got older, the stronger my feelings got for Joe. My other best friend, Patrick, tried to convince me that Joe liked me as well, but I didn't believe it. Patrick was always the one I could talk to, when I had to talk about Joe.
But there were also times when Joe would get jealous of Patrick. Of course he had no reason to be, but he didn't know that.

Being away from Joe for even a day was new to me. But it's almost been a week, and I'm starting to doubt he's coming back.
Joe has never done anything like this before, which makes it even weirder.

Tap

I quickly looked up from my feet. A few inches away, landed a golf ball. I looked around in every direction, but finding no one.
"Hello?" I said, a little freaked out.

Tap

Another one!
I looked behind me, at the trees. At first seeing no one, then movement. It was a boy.
Grey hoodie, brown hair, tall.
Joe?

I heard myself gasp, he finally emerged from the forest, waving in my direction. A hug grin plastered onto his face.
I felt my feet jumping up from there spot and run towards him. Embracing him into a hug. I felt his arms wrap around my figure, him being at least a foot and a half taller than me.

I felt my eyes shed a few tears, seeping onto his the material of his hoodie. He smelled the same, like Joe.
I pull away a bit, to look at him. He looked like he hadn't shaved in a while, a new look for him. But he was still Joe.
Still my Joe.

"Hi." he says finally, with the same smile. "Where the hell have you been!" I say, pulling back a bit more. "That's actually why I'm here." he says, grabbing my hand. I lead him over to a spot in the grass.

"What's up?" I ask. "Well, as you know, I haven't exactly been present." he says, scraping his shoes together.
"Joe I was so worried about you." I say, still feeling relieved he was here with me. "I'm sorry. But I have news." he looks at me, "Me and Patrick, well, and Biaggio," I giggle, "Built our own house!" he finishes. I stare at him, "Are you joking?" his face falls a bit, "No! It's not like that, it's an actual house. We have water, and food, and we even have a master bedroom!" he exclaims. I take a minute to take in the information.

"So you just decided to leave the rest of your life behind? Leave me behind?" I ask, feeling hurt that he didn't take me into consideration.
"You didn't let me finish," he says, "I wasn't leaving you behind. We want you to move in with us!"
"Joe are you serious." I say, groaning. "No I'm serious." he says, grabbing my hand in his. "We can do whatever we want, no parents." I think about the idea of just the four of us, best friends, no parents. Honestly sounds like a dream. 
"Please." he says, giving me those eyes. I sigh, "Can I finish my shift first?" I ask, looking at my watch. "Is that a yes?" He asks, standing up with me.
I nod my head, smiling with him.
He takes me in for another hug, planting a kiss on my fourhead.
"I can't wait."
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a.n: this is actual shit & I am terribly sorry, but I have no inspiration whatsoever:") so if you have any requests please message me!