Josh's Point of View
No.
Sent 7:10 p.m
I exhaled and looked at Tyler and the disappointment was written all over his face. But I bet I was more disappointed. I thought things were starting to improve between us.
XxxxX
I sat down at my drums to do soundcheck, when Kit texted me (Ha! I love that I can say that now!!!). I opened it while Tyler tuned his ukulele and played through a few songs.
Hey Josh
Sent 8:02 p.m
Yeah, Kidaroo?
Read 8:02 p.m
Kidaroo? Really?
Sent 8:03
Yeah, it's like Kangaroo, only with Kid.
Read 8:03 p.m
I know, Josh...
Sent 8:04
Right, right. Anyway, what's up?
Read 8:05 p.m
Do the backflip tonight.
Sent 8:06 p.m
I audibly yelped- something I didn't realize until it was echoing through the arena. Gosh I missed doing that every night.
Tyler spun around, and rushed, "What, what?! Is she okay?!" Laughing, I got off my drums and ran to his piano, and began to climb on. "Josh what are you doing?"
"Practicing my backflips, dude." I finished with a huge grin. Tyler smiled right away so it's pretty obvious he figured out what was going on.
XxxxX
I don't think I've ever enjoyed a show more than tonight. It was such a relief to know that she's okay and talking to me, at least I know she's alive... It still bummed me out that she wasn't coming to the show in two days but still, I was so happy she was back.
My Point of View
Approaching Sarah's door, I lightly knocked using the back of my hand and she quickly told me to go away. I opened it anyway, and saw her sitting at her window, watching it snow.
"I thought I told you to go away..." she told me bitterly, not even attempting to turn to look at me.
"Hey Sarah....you want to go to a concert with me Friday?" my voice cracked halfway through the question. Why was I nervous?
I saw her back straighten. She wheeled herself around and asked, "What concert?"
"I dunno, just some lamo band. I think they're called twenty øne piløts or something like that?" I shrugged, smiling.
The way her face lit up made the snow in the background look dull in comparison. "You guys are talking again?!"
Biting down on my bottom lip, I nodded. Sarah narrowed her eyes, and told me to prove it. I pulled my phone out, clicked on his contact, then tapped the green phone button- putting it on speaker. She gasped and said, "YOU GOT HIS NUMBER?! AND WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THIS?"
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Twenty Øne Reasons to Live
FanfictionI don't want to live anymore. My life is a joke. I cut, I have anxiety, depression, Paranoid Personality Disorder, and many more mind problems I'd rather not tell you. Trusting never comes easily, and I always battle with my mind. Life had bled...
