Tyler woke up, gasping for breath. He had an awful dream. His beautiful love, his wonderful ukulele was smashed. Broken. Dead. Tyler couldn't bare it. He threw his sheets over his head and laid. He drew quick, sharp breaths, trying to calm down but to no avail. He tossed turned and kicked his legs until he had no energy left. Then sleep overcame him once again and he passed out, sweating under his blankets.
Josh could hear Tyler in the other room. He had to be fast. Josh didn't think he'd be awake so fast, so he panicked as he threw on his shoes and a light jacket. He threw open the front door and sprinted to his car. There he turned it on and sped out of there driveway before you could say, "stay alive".
When the sun shone through his window, Tyler woke up again, with a peculiar sense of loss. He threw his blankets off of himself and scoured his room for his love. His heart dropped when he realized it was gone. "WHERE IS IT," he screamed. After a few minutes of frantic searching, he realized something. Tyler bent down to the floor. There were footprints. "JOSHUA WILLIAM DUN, WHERE IS MY UKULELE?" His hands flung to his head again, as he began ripping out some hair. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. All he wanted was to be back with his love again. He swore to himself that he would get a job. He would go outside more, make his own meals and talk to Josh. He would do anything to be back with his ukulele.
Tyler ran out into the hall and stormed into Josh's room. He was no where to be seen. "Jish!" he screamed, tears once again running down his face. "JISH. NO." Tyler knew Josh had left. Left with Tyler's soulmate, his true love. He fell onto his knees, feeling incredibly useless. He had no car, although he had a licence. But he didn't even know where Josh went with his most loyal companion.
Josh rubbed his clammy hands together, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. This was it. He finally sold the damned thing that broke Tyler. Destroyed his life and made him a manic. But he knew Tyler was ought to strangle him when he got home. He had noooo idea how to handle that. But for now, the ukulele incident was solved. The tall bald man that had purchased Tyler's ukulele waved goodbye to Josh. With a huge sigh of relief, Josh strode back to his car. His hands shook with fear. How would Tyler react? Josh was scared that he would actually murder him. With blood. And death. And scary. Josh was scared.
"Ding dong," said Josh as he opened the door to their house. "Anybody home?" He looked down the hall and in Tyler's room, but nobody was there. Tyler's room smelt like unwashed socks and salty tears. Well, Josh knew it would get better now that the ukulele was gone.
Out of no where, a shadow leaped and knocked Josh flat onto his back. It held his neck, making it hard to breathe and impossible to scream. With an awkward whimper, Josh struggled to get the hooded figure off of him. He kicked and wiggles his arms, but the figure successfully pinned him down with superhuman strength. Josh knew that it was Tyler. It held that sweet cookie aroma that Josh once loved. And still loved. And... it had leaped out of Tyler's closet anyway. Josh just didn't believe Tyler was that strong after sitting around and strumming the ukulele literally all day.
"Yes," muttered Tyler, as he yanked the keys out of Josh's pocket. Josh shrieked as Tyler leaped out the door, down the driveway and off in Josh's car towards only the devil knows where.
