I looked behind me to realize that we were at my house the whole time. Still making out, I walked to the door with Josh and fumbled with my keys to lazily unlock the door. Nobody was home, so we were safe. I lead him up to my bedroom and Josh pulled my shirt over my head, as I did the same.
"I never want this night to end." He whispered into my ear. I was pushed onto my unmade bed. Josh crawled on top of me, and I pulled him down until his lips reconnected with mine.
"Josh." I moaned into his ear. I have to admit, he's great in bed.
"I'm almost there, babe. Just be patient." He was kissing my neck now, and leaving dark marks behind sometimes. I loved him so fucking much.
"I'll get the sheets off and put them in the wash, you clean yourself up and gather everything you need to take to my house. You need help getting up?" Josh asked politely.
"No, I'm sore, but I can handle it." I winced as I stood up off my bed. After what my bed sheets had just been through, they'd have to be more than just washed. They'd have to be washed in holy water, maybe even burned. They were covered in sins that nobody had to know about. That was between Josh and I.
I'd gathered my stuff and showered, and Josh met with me in my kitchen as I was taking some pain pills. He froze in the doorway, probably afraid that I was overdosing. Or maybe he was just genuinely worried.
"Sorry but you were rough." I laughed. From behind me, Josh wrapped his arm around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. I turned my head to give him a quick kiss, when I noticed Josh's dick was hard.
"Josh, you're hard." I joked.
"How do you know?"
"Because you're crotch is touching my ass." We broke out in laughter.
"Okay, Mr. Joseph. We just had sex, of course I'm hard. Let's get back to my place before my family starts thinking that we're up to something." I giggled as he poked my stomach.
Once we reached Josh's house, we noticed something was wrong. There was another car in the driveway. A cop car. Josh ran to the door and I chased after him. We were greeted at the door by a man wearing a police uniform.
"Hello, Mr. Dun. I'm assuming this is Mr. Joseph?" The man questioned. We both nodded in confusion. Josh broke the silence.
"Can I just ask why the hell you're at my house? Not to be rude, but I'd like to know." Josh had a point. The man had asked who we were, and said nothing else.
"We found Ryan Ross shot in the shoulder at an ice cream shop not too far from here. Ryan is not dead, but in critical condition. We called everyone on his contact list on his phone, but you, Josh, had not answered. We came here to see if you were here, but you're sister said you were at the same ice cream shop not too long before. Is this correct?" I could see Josh fighting off the tears in his eyes. A million things must have raced through his head at that moment. He was friends with Ryan, and probably cared about him. That's when it hit me. Brendon shot Ryan.
"Uh, yes sir. But I think I can tell you who shot him."
"That's exactly why I'm here." The police officer answered.
"Brendon Urie. He's really rich and has his own gun. It's really powerful, but easy to conceal." Josh explained with a slight quiver in his voice.
"Okay. Mr. Joseph, do you know anything that'd you'd like to tell me?" The cop had sounded as if I were the one responsible for Ryan getting shot.
"No sir. I had only just met Brendon today at the ice cream shop." The cop nodded, and walked out the door.
"Thank you for your time, boys. Even if we only had one question answered, it could lead us to who did it. I'll go track down Mr. Urie. Have a nice night, and I'm sorry about your friend." Josh nodded and ran up to his room. He waited for me to come in before slamming it shut.
"Why the fuck would he do this? I fucking told him to never bring that God damn gun outside of his house, and now he's shooting people? What the actual fuck is wrong with that kid? Who does that?" Josh was yelling at this point, so I didn't say anything. He threw some pillows around the room, and even put one up to his face and started screaming.
About an hour later, after Josh had calmed down, I tried to to talk him.
"Josh, hun. Do you want to go to the hospital and see if we can visit Ryan?" I asked. It took him a minute to answer.
"Okay, I guess we can."
"Okay, I'll drive. Do you have your keys, Josh?" Josh nodded and tossed me the keys to his car.
"Just remember, he's not dead. I know he'll make it through this, Josh."
