He's Important To Me, Okay? He's The Love Of My Life.

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《Josh's POV》
After I ended the face time with Tyler, I got up and put on my solid black high top Converse. After I tied them, I put on my camouflage jacket, grabbed my keys, and walked out to get in my car.
"Wish we could turn back time to the good old days..." I started to sing, turning on the radio, to my surprise, Stressed Out was on. I laughed, "This song is so popular. I'm glad we did it." I started to sing along. "I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard. I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words. I wish I found some chords in an order that is new. I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang. I was told when I get older all my feuds would shrink, but now I'm insecure, and I care what people think. My names Blurryface and I care what you think. My names Blurryface and I care what you think. Wish we could turn back time to the good old days, when our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out. Wish we could turn back time. To the good old days. When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out. Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young how come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from? I'd make a candle out of it, if I ever found it, try to sell it, probably only sell one. It'd be to my brother, cause we have the same nose, same clothes, homegrown as stones thrown from the creek we used to roam but it would remind us of when nothing really mattered out of student loans and treehouse homes we would all take the ladder. My names Blurryface and I care what you think. My names Blurryface and I care what you think. Wish we could turn back time to the good old days. When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out. Wish we could turn back time to the good old days. When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out. We used to play pretend give each other different names We would build a rocketship then fly it far away used to dream of outer space but now they're laughin at our face sayin, "Wake up you need to make money!" Yeah. We used to play pretend give each other different names We would build a rocketship then fly it far away used to dream of outer space but now they're laughin at our face sayin, "Wake up you need to make money!" Yeah. Wish we could turn back time to the good old days. When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out. Wish we could turn back time to the good old days. When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out."
I pulled in at Starbucks, I went through the drive through and ordered. I drove out taking a drink of it.
I'm glad there's no paparazzi there.
I started driving towards Tyler's place. I wouldn't be surprised if he were playing his piano. Well, he could be playing his ukulele. That wouldn't surprise me either. I started paying attention to the radio again. Great. A song by what's her name? Nicki Manaj or something? Eh, who cares? I don't. I'm sorry if anyone out there likes her. I changed the station to a classic rock station. Oh. Hey! I like this song!
"CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON. THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE!" I screamed. I turned my radio up pretty loud. Up until Carry On My Wayward Son went off. I turned it down as I pulled into Tyler's driveway.
To my surprise, Tyler was on his porch, what didn't surprise me was that he was playing his ukulele. He looked so tired. Poor kid. Well, not kid. Mentally a kid.
I took off my sunglasses, getting out of my car, after turning it off of course.
"Josh!!!" Tyler all but yelled. He put down his ukulele running to me, wrapping me in a tight hug.
"Hey Tyler!" I hugged back. "Hey!"
He seemed really happy to see me. I smiled. "Why so happy to see me?"
"Because you're my best fren. Why wouldn't I be happy to see you?"
"You've got a point there."
We both laughed. I broke the hug. "So, about the new song?"

《[Wow! 762 words!!! How was it? I suck at fanfiction. This being my first "long" fanfiction. Also, two parts of the story put up in one day, wow.]》