Truce • Josh Dun

8

It's been 3 months since the whole Josh Dun incident. People at my school have already forgotten about it. I bet Josh has forgotten about me as well. He hasn't called or texted me for 3 months. I guess he truly has forgotten about me. Whenever his name is said, it seriously strikes a nerve. I get the feeling that someone has just punched my right in the stomach. It hurts to hear "Josh." I hate it.

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Josh's POV (A/N: YAY)

We've started our US tour. So far, we've done shows all over the west coast. Now we're heading to the east coast. First, Maine. Then, New York. Basically, we're going south until we reach Florida. Then, I'll get to go to Disneyworld!

I still haven't heard from Jennifer. Every message I get, I hope it's Jennifer telling me that she forgives me and wants to be friends with me. Yet, for the past 3 months, I've heard nothing. Nothing at all. I guess she's just not up to it.

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6:00 AM (Saturday)

Jennifer's POV

"OMG! AHHHH! YAAAYYY!" Brittney screams at the top of her lungs, shocking me out of bed.

I've landed right on the hardwood floor of my room. Thanks for that Brittney. What could she be screaming about at 6:00 in the morning. Kill me now. I tiredly fly over there 'cause I'm a ghost now. I'm dead. Just kidding. I walk like a zombie over to her room.

"What the hell are you doing up so early?" I ask groggily.

"I GOT TICKETS TO THE TØP CONCERT NEXT WEEK!" She yells.

"Shut up. It's 6 AM."

I walk out. Well, more like drag my feet and nearly trip on everything. I'm not a morning person if you haven't noticed. I plop back into bed and I let sleep take over me.

I wake up 3 hours later. 9 AM. I get out of bed slowly, my feet hitting the ice block normal people call the floor. It's cold. I run out and glide to the heater control panel. Luckily, I'm wearing socks or I would've gotten some major floor burn. The heater loudly turns on and the house starts to warm up. Ahh. I head over to the bathroom and get ready. My idea of getting ready is brushing my teeth, washing my face with water, and then somewhat combing my hair out. Once I've finished, I go downstairs. I'm a pretty lazy person, so I just slide down the handrail of the stairs. Who even walks down the stairs anymore? As I look over to the living room table, I remember I have to finish my essay for my stupid social studies class. I find social studies boring. No offense to those social studies enthusiasts, but when will we ever be using this in our lives? Seriously, will we be tested this ever again in our lives?

The essay is due Monday. Oh well. It's not like I'll ever need it when I have my own photography magazine or I'm a professional photographer and people will be lining up for photo shoots. I wish life was that easy. If I actually become a photography business, I'll be amazed at myself. I can't even take care of myself for my dear life. I turn on the TV and take a seat onto our soft couch. Automatically, it's on channel 35. Hollywood's Stars appears on the screen and I immediately change it. I watch some stupid kids cartoon, since that's all they have on this early on a Saturday. Might as well get started on the essay. I start to write without thinking and I create a 2 page essay in an hour. Not bad. I push the papers aside and turn the TV off. I'm going to go out on a run. I need some time to think without being disturbed by another of Brittney's screams, but you could probably even hear it miles away.

My hair's in a high ponytail. I've changed into a pair of shorts and a t shirt. I slip on my Nikes and step out. Breathing in the cold morning air, I start to jog down the street. I increase my speed as I head up the hill and I slow down going downhill.