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It's been a good minute since Debby and I have had a date. That's why after school I had to take her out to this dope restaurant. I told her to dress pretty, which I knew she would.

I picked her up at her doorstep, and we were off in a hurry to catch our reservations. I never made it to anything on time, I never made a reservation for anything either.

"Josh you didn't have to go all out" Debby tucked a strand of hair, that had fallen from her loose ponytail, behind her ear.

"Yeah I kind of did, it's Friday and we have to catch up" I wanted to know what she's been up to. More importantly I wanted to stare into her eyes, hold her hand, and just give her small kisses on the cheek.

"How's football?" She asked me. We see each other everyday, but it feels like we never have time to say anything. "Football is good, we have the regionals coming up, so that's pretty dope" I smiled, but kept my eyes on the road.

"I'm definitely gonna go to that" I could feel her smiling, and my face getting warm.

"Tell me again why I'm wearing a sweater" I always knew how to make her laugh, and I loved doing just that because her laugh was something that could cure cancer.

"You look cute in sweaters, plus it is kind of cold out" she always had an answer for everything.

"Ok so this restaurant isn't fancy, but it's pretty chill, so order whatever you want" I owed her this meal. She helped me pass my calculus and my literature test.

"Josh I think your hair is nice purple, it's my favorite so far" she was always honest, that's something I loved about her so much. It wasn't anything major that she would point out, but the little things mattered.

"I guess I'm keeping it purple for my girl then" I smirked, and she laughed into her sleeves. My tomato red face never failed to show how awkward about things I was.

"I was invited to that Tyler kids party tonight, and so were all of my friends. Are you going?" That question stung a little. It's not that I wanted to go to this kids party, it's just that everyone else was invited and by everyone else I mean Patrick and Ryan. I wasn't though, for some reason I didn't get the invitation that everyone else got.

"Um I kind of wasn't invited" I said quietly, almost like a whisper. "How is that possible? Everyone was invited" I was as shocked as she was.

"Not sure, but its cool, I have some stuff to catch up on. I don't need there beer or there pot brownies, I have my life and they have theirs" I lost my cool for a second there.

"Josh please come with I don't want to be alone, you can be my plus one" her friends were already going so she wouldn't be alone, and it seemed like I wasn't wanted. I don't know what this Tyler kid and his friends have against me, but they should know that I've been invited to every single party anyone has ever thrown, and it's never rare for me to take over.

"Maybe I'll go as my own person, Tyler can suck my ass" she hates when I "used bad words" but hell this was a time I was dire use
Of words to describe how I was feeling at the moment.

"Please don't crash it or do anything well all regret after the police hold us at the station"

"Debby that only happened once and it was cuz that Brendon kid was being a bitch toward Ryan for no fucking reason. I had to side with him." I got in trouble with the cops, my parents, and with Debby. It's not my fault I like to have fun. It's not my fault that I'm a teenager, and it's definitely not my fault that I was blessed with those good-partier-genes.

"Well I think you are smart, and you can make smart decisions if you didn't just go with your instincts. That Tyler kid did nothing to you, and you shouldn't just barge in there and treat him like crap. Maybe you were being an ass to him. There's no way he could invite the entire school and not you. See what's going on" she always said the right thing. It didn't necessarily mean it was the thing I would choose to do, but it was right because it came out of her mouth.

I was going to that party, even if it killed everyone there. This Tyler kid either forgot about me, which is impossible, or didn't invite me on purpose to torcher me. I didn't like the second option.

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