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-TYLER-

Joshua.

His name is Joshua.

I looked over at the table that they were sitting at and chuckled. There was still some ice on the seat where the red head was sitting at.

Dallon threw a packet of mild sauce at me, trying to get my attention. "Ty. Come on. It's 7:00 and we have to be home before your mom gets home, which is at 8:00."

I stood up, grabbing the tray of food, and dumped it into the trash. (Put it in the trash? Are you sure? Yes I'm sure.)

I watched as Dallon refilled his drink with pink lemonade.

I mentally laughed at him. "Dallon you're so fricking gay."

He snapped his fingers in a z-motion. "Yes huh. Hunny, you know it." He then proceeded to walked out the door with his free hand, that was not holding a drink, on his hip.

We, well more like just myself, climbed into Dallon's truck. His truck is one of the ones you see with wheels bigger than they need to be.

Dallon pressed the radio 'on' and soft rock played smoothly out of the small speakers.

He slowly turned the wheel as we pulled up to a stop sign.

I watched him as he drove.

His eyes would scan the road to make sure nothing was wrong and cautiously pressed his foot on the gas.

The thing with Dallon is he's naturally sarcastic.

We can be having a serious conversation and he butts in all the time with a sarcastic remark.

He's my best friend and I wouldn't trade him for the world.

"So Tyler, what about Josh?" He moved his eyebrows up and down and smirked as I blushed, hitting him slightly on the arm. "Shut up you perv. I don't like him like that. He's a cool guy."

Dallon rolled his eyes, "Yeah right."

I saw we had just passed up the park and I told him to drop me off.

"Why?"

"I just want to walk the rest of the way so I can think about some things."

"About your lover boy?"

He did the eyebrow thing again.

"No. He is not my lover boy."

I got out when he stopped and he rolled his window down. "I'm gonna go back to my house, my dad is probably worried. I'll text you later Ty. Bye mì amigo."

I waved bye and stood in the same spot for a few minutes.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out, seeing an unknown number.

I opened my messages.

'Hey, it be your boy Jish. What's up?'

I chuckled but shook my head. How the hell did he get my number?

'Nm. How in the hell did you get my number?'

I saw he was typing so I put my phone back in my pocket and looked around.

I was about to start walking home, but a weight fell on me, knocking me unconscious.

*magic noises*

"..behind the dumpster."

I popped my head up and looked to the voice who said that. "Hoe, don't even think about it."