BFF// Josh Dun

Chapter 1

      Kayla's POV

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Today was the day I moved to live with my best friend, Josh. We've been best friends since elementary school. He's in a band, Twenty One Pilots. They're pretty popular, but I've honestly only heard what he and his bandmate, Tyler, have performed for me during our visits to each other. I was putting boxes in my car for the long 6-hour drive. I had packed absolutely everything I owned, with the exception of my bed, of course. I finished putting boxes in my SUV and started driving.

***Timeskip to When She Gets There brought to you by Car Radio(I'm so funny, she's in a car)***

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Josh's POV

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Kayla pulled up to my house about 8:00 pm. I walked up to her car. "Miss, I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle, I missed you and I want a hug," I joked. "I missed you too, Jishwa," she replied, hugging me. "Let's get those boxes in your room, shall we?" I said. "Let's do this stuff!" She yelled back. We put all of my boxes in her new room. "So, what now?" I asked her. "Let's watch TV." We went and sat on the couch, and we decided to watch The Office, because why not? It's funny. We laughed almost in unison at the funniest parts, looking at each other every time. We finished the show. "My lungs hurt so much," I told Kayla. "Mine do too." She was smiling, as was I. "Dork." She teased. "Love you too, Kayla," I said, sticking my tongue out. "If you love me, than kiss me," she joked. "Ok." I kissed her on the cheek. "No different than normal, is it now? That's technically still a kiss, so... " I noticed she was staring off into space. "Kayla? You ok?"

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Kayla's POV

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Why'd I say that? Why? I'm so stupid, why would he want to actually kiss me? Why would I want to kiss him, unless... I developed feelings for him now? Not in elementary, middle, or high school, not college, now. Why? Did I really feel something? I'm so awful. I need to just go kill my- "Kayla? You ok?" I snapped back to reality. "Yeah, sorry, I just zoned out for a second," I replied after a second, " I-I'm fine. I think..." I whispered the last part. "Ok, well let's get to bed." I put on a tank top and sweats. "Goodnight, Josh," I told him. "Night, karate kid." I smiled. I have always loved that nickname. I got it as a kid when I took karate classes. I was tough, and I practiced almost everywhere I could. I took it for almost 7 years. I was the youngest black belt in my dojo, that's why they call me 'Karate Kid.' I box now, though.I went to sleep.

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I was suddenly in a dark room. I was tied to something, with no way out. Dim lights turned on, and standing in front of me was a tall, lean figure whose face was shadowed. "Your little friend can't save you now..." the figure said with a voice as deafening as nails on a chalkboard. Josh appeared out of nowhere, tied up as well, but he had a gag. His dark eyes were shining with fear. "Josh!" I yelled. I started crying in anger. "Let him go! Let him go! Kill me just let him go!" The mysterious figure laughed. "You will see him suffer, unless you tell him." The shadow lifted off the figure, revealing the face of... of.. m-m-my father. "No! No! I don't want you here! Let us go!" He smiled. "Tell him." I cried harder. "I-I can't. He'll worry too much. I can't have him worrying more about my mental health, h-he already worries too much about my depression. I-I'm sorry, Josh. I'm so sorry." Josh's eyes looked hurt, and the gag dissapeared. "You're a terrible friend. I hate you. You kept an awful secret from me. You don't deserve to live. Just go kill yourself." I bawled my eyes out. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." My dad raised a gun to Josh's head. Then a distant voice called my name. "Kayla, Kayla!"

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"Kayla, wake up!" I shot up, sweating. "You were screaming and crying. You are also repeating the phrase 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' over and over again. Kayla, Are you ok? Do you need to talk?" I look at the clock. 3:00 am. "It was all a dream. I'm ok, I'm ok," I whisper. Then I say, "I-I'm, uh, fine." Am I? Should I tell him? I can't tell him. But- I do need to vent. I'm really not ok. "Are you sure, Kayla? It's ok." I sigh. "No, I'm n-not ok," I sobbed. "Kayla, talk to me. What was your dream about?" He asked. I sigh, then start crying, thinking about what happened in my dream. "Well..."

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Josh's POV

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"Well..." Kayla begins. She's sobbing. "I-," she starts breathing harder. "I was in a dark room tied to a chair... And a dark f-figure appeared. He said that you couldn't s-save me now. Then you appeared, tied up as well, but you had a g-gag." She started bawling extremely hard. "Kayla, it's ok. It was all a dream. It didn't happen. We're both perfectly fine," I whisper, trying to sooth her. "But you s-said I was a terrible friend for keeping a s-secret from you. I'm keeping two huge secrets from you, Josh. I might tell you one day, but I just can't right now. I'm so sorry.. I'm sorry," she sobbed. "Kayla, it's ok. Everyone has secrets." I took her into my arms. "But, Josh, you said that I should j-just k-kill myself. And the figure was my dad, Josh. My father." Kayla's father was abusive, and when her mother suddenly died, it got worse. She eventually ran away from home, which is why we had lived so far from each other. "Oh Kayla. It'll be alright. He's not here. It'll be..." My lips got closer to hers. "..Ok..." I was about to kiss her when I stopped myself. What was I doing? We're best friends. But something sparked. It was new, but I'd felt it before. It's just... not towards her. I sighed, then we laid down, with her lying on my bare chest. I stroked her hair while assuring her that it would be ok. She eventually fell asleep. I kissed her forehead. "I'll be here for you, I'll spend my nights with you, I'm here for you, 24/7. Goodnight, Kayla," I whispered. I fell asleep shortly after.

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Kayla's POV

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I woke up around 8:00, and I rubbed my eyes. I had a long night. I pulled myself off Josh's chest. He stirred, waking up. "Morning, " he mumbles and rubs his eyes. "Morning, Jish." He smiled at the nickname. "Are you ok now? The residual dream fear is gone?" He asked, looking a little worried. "Yeah, I, uh, I'm fine now," I answered, "I'm gonna go make breakfast, ok?" He smiled. "Whatcha gonna make?" he asked. "Some pancakes," I replied. I went into the kitchen and mixed up batter. Josh came in. "Want help?" I nodded. "Sure." He came over and grabbed the spoon, accidentally touching my hand. We both blushed tomato red. I quickly removed my hand from the spoon. "Erm... Let's pour the batter in the pan," I said. "Y-yeah." We finished making the pancakes, and sat down to eat them, then my phone chimed. I had a text. It was from my friend, Ryan. I have a lot of guy friends, but most are gay, including Ryan. I only have 3 guy friends who aren't gay, and that does include Josh. (Texts start here, it's a whole conversation between Ryan and Kayla)

Ryan: I'm having a party.

Kayla: When?

Ryan: Saturday, starting @ 9.

Kayla: I'm free, give me deets.

Ryan: House party, you know my address, normal attire for that sort of thing. Expect a hangover. Bring alcohol please and come early about 8 to help set up. Bring Josh. He's cute. 😘

Kayla: k. What type of alcohol?

Ryan: Something strong.😉😉

Kayla: k. See ya. 😃

(Conversation over)

I looked at Josh. "Ryan's having a party Saturday. We're coming," I told him. "Ok. That's fine." We finished our pancakes. "I can't wait for the party."