i walk for a little bit, letting out puffs of air and watching it disappear before me. i kick the leaves and trip over the same branches i always used to. except josh isn't here to help me up.
i walk to where we would always go, there was a gorgeous lake that always had a beautiful reflection of the trees surrounding it, the sun rays bouncing off the clear surface. there was moss around the outside and i swear fish swam in this lake, but we didn't mind.
i never saw it at night. the moon was bright and made the lake look like some place i'd never been. i could only see a dark figure instead of trees and the moss wasn't visible unless you were standing directly on or next to it.
i let out a sigh and sit down, just staring at everything and listening to the sound surrounding me.
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my lips are dry and my nose is running. i'm walking in the freezing cold, in the middle of the forest at early hours of the morning. i look down at my feet and hear a crunching of leaves nearby. my heart stops. i look up immediately and see just a squirrel running up to a tree and crawling upwards. i watch it go higher, and higher, and it's gone.
i pay attention to my surroundings this time, making sure i don't see any moving figures or unfamiliar reference points.
i see a dark shadow and squint, trying to get better sight of it. i furrow my brows and walk towards it. the figure looks like a box, with a thin stick holding it up. as i walk closer i realize it's the treehouse josh's father never finished.
well it's finished now.
the house is on top of a larger platform of wood that holds a light fence around it, serving as a railing. i crawl up the ladder, surprised at the fact it doesn't move. when i reach the top i see cobwebs in the corners of the treehouse. there's a large opening, which i can only guess serves as a window. there's books, pencils, crayons, drum sticks, and water bottles scattered all over the place. i let out a sigh and take a look at the writings in the walls.
"josh's super cool treehouse"
"omg the nostalgia"
"inhale the memes"
"exhale the memes"
"get out my fucking treehouse^"
"hmu on tumblr!"
i laugh at some of the writings and drawings all over the walls. i see in the corner there's something written but is crossed out with a dark marker. i crawl towards the opposite corner and squint.
"josh and tyler,
best friends forever!"
i hear someone walking. my head shoots up, ignoring the pain in my chest and stomach, as if i had just gotten punched. i don't know what i expected, josh hates me. we don't talk anymore.
i look out the window and see a tall figure with wide shoulders, walking closer and closer. the moonlight shines over them. they hold a flashlight and the light moves around frantically. i panic, eyes going wide and scramble to the window, jumping out. i slide down the ladder and run.
i don't think, i just sprint, looking for the path i followed to get to the lake. i find the branch i tripped over and run to it, running up the path.
"hey!" a deep voice calls behind me, i hear them running. my eyes water and my sides are cramping. i follow the path, duck under the large branch and run to my house. i go through the backdoor (A/N: don't worry it's just miss jackson, she's missing her head). i close the door behind me, lock it and slide down it.
fuck.
fuck.
"josh and tyler"
my eyes sting and i bury my face into my hands.
"best friends"
my breath hitches and a tear rolls down my cheek. my eyes burn, my nose and ears are numb, my sides hurt, and i can't breathe.
"forever!"
i wipe my eyes only to cry more. i don't know what's wrong with me, why am i like this?
A/N: AW SOMEONE MISSES JOSH! also place your bets on who the 'mysterious' guy in the forest was;)))))))
it totally wasn't josh! that'd just be cliche!
anyways i really hope you're enjoying this fic that's eh and i hope you enjoy my author notes throughout the story because i'm trash and can't help the references lmao.
oKAY HAVE A GOOD DAY, THANKS FOR READING !
yo that chapter was 800 words what the heck that's crazy lmao whatever. hope you guys are havin a great day. i love the 1975 fun fact. idk it's like 4am and i'm a mess idk what i'm writing here.
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we don't talk anymore
Fan-Fictionjoshler. "so i guess i only miss the memories, not the person."
