Josh>>
He was sitting on the ground, leaning on the trunk of the mostly burnt treehouse.
"Tyler! What did you take?"
"Nothing much, just my antidepressants."
"How many?"
He snorted, then counted his fingers slowly.
"Dunno, like nineteen?" He slurred.
"Oh god, Tyler, let me see the packet." He handed me the container, giggling and then he hid behind the tree.
"Oh, fuck. Tyler. Get. Here. Now."
"Geez, mister grumpy pants, maybe you should take some, loosen up, Josh."
"Tyler."
"Josh."
"Tyler!" I yelled.
Suddenly, he stopped and sobered for what seemed like one millisecond and looked me in the eye before climbing up to the tree house.
You could see the pure emotions in his eyes for that small moment.
He was truly afraid.
But afraid of what?
A/N fucc
