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6.3

picture: TYLER SANG RIGHT THERE NEXT TO ME GUYS omg they were great ahhhhhh :-)

josh;

my body was getting hotter and hotter as my stress lever escalated. my hands were lakes of sweat. beads of sweat were all over my body.

"tyler!" i scream over and over again. cursing under my breath, i run my rough, callused hand through my dyed red hair.  what am i going to do? what if i'm too late? what if tyler is... no! i can't be thinking like that. oh, where are you tyler?

a woman scoffs next to me and days in a judging tone, "i cant believe the way people treat their bodies. he was just laying there in a pile of trash!"

tyler?

i grab the woman and ask her what the person looked like. she looks at me with wide, afraid eyes but quickly recovers herself. she informs that there was a brown haired boy in the third alley down. i thank her and run.

i run and run and run like i never have before. i couldnt stand it. id been looking gor him for a half hour, and i needed to see him; make sure my best friend was, in fact, alive. i stand four paces away from the seemingly dead body of tyler joseph.

"fuck fuck fuck. oh tyler im s-s-so sorry..." hot tears are rolling down my face, and they wont stop. i drag my own body in front of his. my shaking hands come close to picking the now frail boy up, but... i can't. im afraid. what if i hurt him more? no! there's no way that i could hurt him more. first i need to call the ambulance... wait! but ty could get in so much trouble with whatever he took. dammit ty! think josh think. who can i call? my mom. no, idiot. if i was looking at someone else's body, i would have called tyler. but i cant really do that since he's in front of me, so i called the next "best" thing... jenkins.

a/n;
hello!
i apologize for my lack of updates :( it's because i just started high school and i already have a (high) b in algebra... oops. anyway, this a short chapter therefor i apologize (again). cliffhanger :p