The Fluffy Haired Boy / Joshler

I'm not.

        The football game was okay. We lost 24-12; or something like that. I didn't get to see Josh all weekend and I moped around like an emo kid.

        Weeks passed and we hung out a lot.

        I began to write the date on a lined-piece of paper. The bell rang indicating study hall had started. A figure walked into the room and placed it's things on the desk next to mine. In my peripherals I see them getting a pencil and paper out. They began to write something down. They folded the paper and handed it to me. I opened it and it read:

What are you doing later? My parents wont be home. They're in Cleveland for the week. I promise.

The writing was neat.

Josh.

I wrote: 

Wait. Is today Friday? If so then I'll come home with you.

I smuggled the paper to Josh.

He read it and almost immediately handed it back.

It said:

Yeah it's Friday (drawing of a disembodied gnome head).

        I chuckled at the drawing. We left study hall and got in Josh's car. "I got my baby back," Josh smiled as he rubbed the dashboard. I smiled.

        When we arrived at is house, no sign of life was around. His parents, his siblings, were all gone. Josh began, "My mom is still pretty pissed about the whole "kicking Ronny's ass and him almost pressing charges."" We both snickered. "She said leaving me here would "teach me a valuable lesson,"" He said while doing air-quotations. 

        I hear a faint whistle. "Did you hear that?" I ask. "What?" Josh turned to me. "Someone whistled," I said with complete distraught. Josh looked around with confusion, "I didn't whistle. You must be going insane dude."

        I nervously laughed, "I have to use the bathroom." "Okay. Don't have too much fun," Josh laughed as I hastily walked to the bathroom.

        I place my hands on the sink. I stared into the mirror above the basin. Right into my own eyes. My eyes looked different. They looked as if they weren't my own at all. No, it can't be. Not again. "I'm not insane," I started to pace. "I'm not insane. I'm not insane. I'm not insane,"

       I'm not.