"JOSH WILLIAM DUN- THE AMAZING DYINGIST."
"um, dyingist isn't word."
"WHY NOT SWEETCHEEKS."
"woah wait are his eyes opening?"
i opened one eye already knowing who the BIG LETTERS was.
"shut the fuck up, brendon." i said, sitting up scratching my head. i imagined hair being there- but huh. there was none. i put both of my hands on my head and looked at tyler.
"salty much? yikes," the first time i ever heard brendon not yell.
"shut up!" tyler softly punched brendon in the arm, "josh, it's fine! it'll grow back, i think," tyler nervously laughed and looked down at the floor with a straight face.
"yeah, it's fine that i don't have any hair, it's also fine that loud mouth brendon is here, it's also fine that i'm dying," i said, laying back down on pillow, and throwing my hands down by my sides. i stared up at the ceiling and imagined myself closing my eyes forever and flying towards the roof and into the sky.
but i couldn't do that to tyler.
"really?" tyler said, "ok, y'know. i'm trying my best to not break down and cry every time i see you like this," tyler crossed his arms and tried his best to warm himself up. i could finally see what he was wearing as he backed up from the bed. he was wearing my nasa shirt and a black beanie and black saggy jeans.
the same jeans he wore the night i met him.
"how is it hard for you? you're not the one dying!" i sat up and yelled. tyler uncrossed his arms and put his hands on my chest.
"calm down-"
"HONESTLY YA'LL NEED TO CHILL BEFORE THE DOCTORS COME IN," i looked over tylers shoulder and glared at brendon.
"LEAVE, NOW," i yelled, brendon scratched his nail, looked at me and then left. "little piece of shit," i mumbled quietly to myself.
"ok, it's fine. you're gonna get out of here soon, i promise," tyler said, he left one of his hands on my chest and with the other and he grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "i promise."
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*a few months later*
"ok, but. brendon is probably one of the worst friends of mine! we went to high school together and he got really annoying," tyler had one hand on the wheel for the car and the other he was holding my hand.
once again- i was out of the hospital.
ok yeah. i know 'same day'? no, it's actually been a few months, they had to run a few tests on me. in june i was finally free to hang out with my favourite person.
"ok, he's fucking annoying though," i said, grabbing tighter onto tyler's hand.
"i guess, hey! i have idea," tyler jumped up and looked at me.
"shoot," i said, tyler looked at the road and then me.
"let's go prank him," he said, he looked at me, his face full of excitement.
"what are we - six?" i said, coughing while looked at the road in front of us. i looked at the side of the car and there were trees.
miles and miles of trees.
"stop the car," i didn't actually mean to say it out loud- it just sorta happened.
"w-what?" tyler looked at me and down at our hands.
"let's go on a adventure," i said, already picking up my oxygen tank and impatiently waiting for the car to stop.
"um, is that even good for your health?" tyler let go of my hand and put both hands on the steering wheel. i looked in front of us and the forest seemed to have an end. i just wanted to run away from all this, this living nonsense. the green trees also seemed very familiar and they were practically calling my name.
"who gives a shit! trees produce oxygen rigt?" i asked, tyler looked at me and then stepped on the break. i grabbed my oxygen tank and ran out of the car and into the forest.
"JOSH WAIT- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOI-"
as tyler's voice faded away, memories started to pour in. memories that i had forgotten.
memories of my father and i.
this was the place where he died.
maybe i could join him.
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NEAT
WHATS JISH GONNA DO
SHOOT
this is such a bad story i apologise im trying to not make it messy. and have climax jn every chapter so its not like "tyler made ramen! yay!" but its awful .
i feel like i should end this but idk:(
