I will make you believe (Joshler)

Chapter 2: Hell Holes

Ten more minutes until school ends. Can't wait to get out of this hell hole. Josh and I have 5th, 6th, and 7th period together. That great I guess.

"Hey Tyler can I get your phone number?" Josh whispered to me.

I write my phone number on a small piece of paper. It sucks, I meet him and now its almost the weekend. I pass the paper to Josh.

I get to talk to him on the phone though. So I can hear his voice. Josh's voice and very smooth. Like a newborn baby's bottom.

-bell rings-

"Well Ty I'll see you Monday. I'll text or call you you over the weekend." Josh said happily.

"Well okay. See you on Monday Josh." I said tired.

"Wait Tyler I before we go different ways I have a strange question. What the largest word you know. Sorry for the random question." Josh said shyly

That was a very strange question. But I knew two. But why did Josh ask this.
"Uh that's two words I know Josh. 1 is hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliphobia. The second is
Penumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis."

"Wow those two are large words. Tyler what do both of those mean. If you know both of them?" Josh asked with amazement.

"Well Joshua... I mean Josh... Um the first one is a fear of long words. The second one is a rare lung disease caused by breathing is certain particles. Both very strange." I said.

"Thanks Tyler"

"No problem"

"Tyler? I need to go!"

"Oh okay. Also Josh. You don't have to have to say my name in every sentence."

"Oh okay. I'll text you later."

"Bye"

Off to home I guess. Ugh. Home is just another hell hole. Home is worse than school. Except for my mom. She is a sweet loving person. My Dad on the other hand is jerk sometimes.All he does is yell at me and push me. When I was younger he was a nice man but now he is scum bag. He yells, pushes, and cheats on mom almost every two years.

My brothers are always fighting. My sister moved over to my grandma's two years ago. No more drama.

I walk into my room. More like run. I can't stand to be around my family. If I stay around them any longer I might as with hold a gun to my veins, shoot it and watch the blood drip fast out of my wrist with a bullet.

My phone buzzed

J: Hey Tyler its me Josh. What you doing?

T:nothing much, u???

J: trying not to die from noise outside. The kids won't shut the hell up.

T:same. I'm trying not to kill myself cause my goddamn family

J: hey!!! >o<   ╰_╯

T: what?

J: language please. I'm not a very profound when it comes to bad language.

T: but what that one song about closing the goddamn door?

J: I write sins not tragedies. When it comes to music or songs I'm good. Talking not so good. Also Panic! At The Disco for life fam

T: oh okay. P!ATD is a good band, I like there song hurricane and new perspective. But I like Black Veil Brides, Fall Out Boy better.

J: good bands! Have you heard a band called Blink-182??

T: Oh yeah!! There the first band I listen to besides Green Day. I love there song hearts all gone.

J: AMAZING SONG!! Green Day is amazing. Favorite song is Holiday or Kill the DJ.

T: some good songs, good band

J: thanks

T: hey gtg ttyl

J: bye fren.

Our conversation ended. I knew I had a big smile on my face. Josh made me happy. He was just a very happy person. On the outside. I never know what could be going on in his mind.

The way he said friend though. He said it with no I or D in it. But why? Does he spell it like that all the time? Oh no. My OCD is just gonna take over. My OCD gets in the way sometimes. I hate it so goddamn much.

"TYLER!!! DINNER IS READY!" My Mom yelled.

I rush upstairs grab my plate of chicken salad and run back downstairs to my room. Making sure no one can see me. Mostly my father.

I ate my dinner quickly ran upstairs, put the plate in the sink, and ran back to my room. I turn on my phone and watch some music videos.

My phone buzzed again.

J: Hey Ty

T:Hey Jish

J: Jish? Sounds like fish and Josh mixed together. Løl.

T: I guess so. I just thought I would be funny to replace the o with an I. Also why did you put a slash through your o???

J: I do that a lot. Never knew why just did. Its a way I find 'creative'.

T: oh okay I see.

J: yeah... So what you doing fren?

T: listing to music and looking at story's that look interesting to me.
U?

J: nothing. What music you listening to?

T: well you gotta be doing something or you wouldn't be alive. Nothing is what you doing that means your not breathing, texting, blinking 182 times. To soon. Sitting, laying, eating. You get were I'm going Jish. Also I am listing to 90's pop and Sleeping With Sirens.

J: Well I guess you gotta point. I'm talking to you then. Happy?

T: yes

J: good

T: what's you favorite thing to do?

J: Play drums

T: oh yeah I forgot you play drums. Cool

J: why ask?

T: to keep the conversation going. We just don't end a conversation like how  Ophelia did in the book Hamlet. TBH Hamlet is a very good book.

J: Hamlet... Never read it. Don't want to. Sounds like Shakespeare wrote it.

T: cause he did dumbass!!!

J: HEY LANGUAGE!!! Don't be so rude. Don't make me walk up to and yell at you. So unless you wish for your throat area to be acquainted with my partially oxidized of slicing purposes I suggest that you refrain from actively untillizing your vocal cords and stop saying bad language.

T: daaanngg okay okay.

J:good!

T:gtg ttyl

J:ttyl

Josh's  vocabulary is so stunning. Just everywhere a living organism would hear would be blown away.