Hunger and Highs (BEING REWRITTEN)

Four- Old men

//edited\\

~Josh~

My head was pounding by the end of the day, and I knew Brendon didn't feel much better. His eyes had been bloodshot and I knew it wasn't from drugs. He even attempted to do the math homework we had, and that proved to me that something was up. I raised my hand.

"Can I take Brendon to the nurse? I think he's sick because he's actually trying to do work." I said and some gasps came from around me. Brendon chuckled sadly.

"Oh wow, he must really be sick. Yes, yes of course take him. Grab your things too, I'm sure he's going to have to go to the hospital." The teacher said and we grabbed our things. I knew he was joking, but he was lenient on stuff like that. Plus we only had like fifteen minutes left in class so we walked out.

"Okay so what's up?" I asked once the door was closed. He took a shaky breath and grabbed at his hair. I knew this wasn't good; so I took him into my arms and let him cry.

"D-Dal is so mad at me. I was at his house nearly all night last night trying to get him to talk to me. I literally poured my heart out to him, and he s-still ha-hates me." He cried and rubbed soothing circles into his back.

"I'm sure he doesn't hate you." I tried to assure him, but he just sobbed into my arms. "I'm proud of you, though." I stated with a small, happy smile. He turned his head on my shoulder so that he was looking at me as he sniffed.

"What do you mean? How can you be proud of me fucking up?" He asked shakily, his voice still trembling.

"Normally, you wouldn't give a damn about what he had to say or think about you saying stuff like that." I stated and he furrowed his brows. "You care what he thinks." His eyes widened.

"You're right." He said. "All he's ever done was try to help me get better, and I've just been a dick to him." He clenched his fist in my shirt.

"Is he here today?" I asked and he shrugged.

"Haven't seen him."

"Well, I tell you what. If you go to him the way you are now, I just about guarantee that he will at least hear you out." I said and he nodded. He pulled away and wiped his eyes a bit, and I had to say I hated seeing him this way. Really my biggest goal in life was getting him better, getting him happy, and keeping him alive but I knew I couldn't do that alone. So I was glad Dallon was there. We heard a door down the hall open, and Brendon's tearful eyes widened and he immediately took off running in his direction.

"Dal!" He yelled, and Dallon turned to see Brendon running at him full speed. Dal's eyes were wide as he quickly took in Brendon's appearance but didn't have much time before the boy jumped and wrapped his legs around his waist. So for the first time in my life, I seen Brendon crying and hugging another person, being vulnerable in so many ways yet being the strongest person alive. Dallon looked to me with sad eyes and I saluted to him as he carried the crying boy in the most uncomfortable way possible.

I started to walk out of the school, seeing as how it was time for school to be let out anyway, but I heard a voice. "Josh!" I turned and seen Tyler walking towards me. "Hey." He said with a small smile.

"Hi." Oh my god Joshua Dun what the fuck? "What's up?" He giggled.

"Well I was thinking that you would want to hang out today." He said and I raised my eyebrows skeptically.

"Does this have something to do with keeping me from drugs?" I asked and he looked at me seriously.

"It has everything to do with that." He stated and I rolled my eyes. My phone went off, notifying me that my dad would actually be home tonight.

"I don't think your parents would appreciate someone like me in their house. They might think I'll steal something." I said distastefully. He looked at me with furrowed brows.

"Why would they think that? You don't look like a bad kid or anything." He said, seemingly confused.

"Dude I'm literally a drug addict. You can smell the drugs on me from two miles away. My eyes are stained with the high of meth. And I know your dad is a doctor so I'm sure he'll notice." I stated and he rolled his eyes at me. Sassy today, I guessed.

"Okay." Was all he said and I nodded. He started walking and the only thing I could think of was follow him. I mean I wasn't really following him per say, he just so happened to be going in the same direction as me.

"Don't you live in the like, really nice part of town?" I asked and he glanced at me over the shoulder. Before he could answer, someone called out to him.

"What the fuck are you doing, Joseph? And who is this, huh? Another person for you to pity and help get back on their feet so you look like a hero?" I winced at his words and I was about to retort, but little ol' Tyler over there decided to beat me to it.

"I'm sorry, but if you think me helping him is just a little show to make me look better, then I think you should realize that not everyone is as shitty as you are." He spat with pure hatred. He left the man stunned. I picked my bag back up numbly and felt Tyler grasp my wrist with his bony hand. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have somewhere to be that doesn't involve you being an asshat to others that you think you are above." Tyler said as he shoved him out of the way and dragged me along with him. The man didn't move as we walked passed him, and I was wondering just what went through his head right then. When we got a good distance away, I looked to Tyler.

"Dude, like what the fuck happened back there?" I asked, chuckling a bit at how mad he seemed to be as we started walking towards his house. He blushed a bit.

"I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"Why? That was great, it's about time someone stood up to him." I stated quietly.

"Thanks." He said shyly and we just walked in silence for a few minutes.

"What did he mean, by another?" I asked randomly and he looked at me from the corner of his eye.

"My parents used to take in homeless kids a lot, and people started to think that it was just a publicity thing. I mean, I don't see why they would need it but whatever. I guess they assume that I'm helping you like they used to help kids, but I'm actually going to help you." I swallowed. What if this really was a publicity thing? The son of the notorious Josephs taking after his parents by helping a good for nothing teenage drug addict. That'd be a great headline! Note the sarcasm of course. He was about to reply when I spoke again.

"Look! Taco Bell! I'm starving, let's go?" I tried to get him off the subject so I didn't have to tell him my thoughts. He sighed.

"Fine, but just know I'm always here to listen to you." He said as he walked across the street to the Taco Bell with me in tow. God I just hoped I didn't regret this.

You'll understand next chapter... Hopefully..

Fuck my fucking fucked up life. What the fuck.

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