Tyler's pov
I walked downstairs to see what my mama was calling me for. There was a unsettling feeling in my stomach making my hands shake
"Tyler.. What is this?" she asked in a worried tone. I looked up to what she was talking about. It was my razor. I don't know how she found it. I tried to throw it away last week. "I don't know, where did you find it?"
She looked at me. "I found it in the trash can, it's sharp so it went through the bag. Are you sure you don't know what this is?" I just nodded. "Okay.. Now go to your room. Do homework or something."
I ran to my room as told and sat on my bed. I don't know why I didn't get rid of it sooner. Why didn't I get rid of it better. The trash can? That's no place to throw something like that away. It's over. I'm done with that part of my life. I don't want the memories anymore.
Josh: hey TyJo
Thank God. I can talk to someone, I hate being left alone. I need a distraction
Me: hey jish
Josh: Jish?
Me: sorry typo.. 😂
Josh: lol it's fine
Me: I would hope so
Josh: wyd?
Me: nothing, hbu?
Josh: trying to figure out how I could convince my parents to get me drums
Me: cool
I hope I don't ruin whatever we have done. It's a bit strange we just recently started talking but I'm not gonna question it. I just hope this friendship lasts. It would be nice.
*sorry I just wanted to update, I know it's short but it's not often I get to update*
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Swings {Joshler}
Fanfiction"I-i sneak out to the park some-sometimes. I go on the swings, and I just sing. Y-you weren't supposed to see, why are you here?" I started to panic when he asked that because I knew he wouldn't like the answer. "Well, I, umm. I do graffiti..."
