Chapter 6: Overcoats and Ukuleles

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"Brendon!" Shrieked Josh as he saw Brendon's  Audi Quattro pull into the crescent. "Jesus. I can't even hold myself together!" He cried, as he broke down into his friend's arms. Josh shivered as he remembered that he had to tell Brendon the truth. And the whole truth. Brendon's bulky coat smelled of some sort of stout, Josh recognized as he sobbed.

"What happened?" Ventured Brendon, once Josh had found the strength to barely collect himself. Josh didn't answer, avoiding eye contact, which killed Brendon. Brendon had always loved Josh's eyes. He wanted to stare into them for as long as possible. But now was not the time for eye-gazing. "Josh. What HAPPENED? Why is your BEST FRIEND over there, in the HOSPITAL, fighting for his life? What was so terrible, he had to vomit poison?" Brendon demanded. Then Josh Lost it again.

"It was me!" He cried. "Tyler tried to tell me he loved me. I love him, too, but my brain flooded. So I punched him. And when he fell, I kicked him. A lot. And I regret every second of it. Then I fled. I left and went to the park. Then I came back. He had been unconscious when I left, but when I returned, he was bent over the sink with a knife, a huge knife, and a spilled bottle of opioids on the floor next to him. I think I got there just in time, or else... He... Wouldn't have made it..."
          Brendon sighed. "You were wrong  to do that, Josh. But I understand your protection for Jenna, you must've gotten attached after a while. Tell him everything. But only after he leaves the hospital," Brendon advised. "We'll go from there."

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