Josh walked into the house. He had come back from a night of fun, he was smiling. "Tyler you awake?" He said not sure if where he was. He heard a loud noise. It was coming from Tyler's voice. Josh opened Tyler's door to his room and was full of concern when he saw Tyler sopping wet from the rain and crying, but Josh couldn't tell if he was wet from the rain or his own tears. "Hi" Tyler barley said through his violent sobs. "Awe poor baby.. what happened??" Josh asked, he sat next to Tyler and pulled him into a hug. He looked absolutely fine physically. "M-M asymph" Tears splattered down Tyler's eyes, his bed was wet from them. Josh tried to put together the "tear talk" but just couldn't. He knew if he had asked Tyler once more, it would make him more upset, so he didn't bother. "It's okay, did you eat?" Josh asked in a soothing voice. Looking at Josh, Tyler nodded no. "Do you need me to heat up the left over chicken fo you?" Tyler nodded yes this time. He was starving. His stomach had been growling the entire day, and the day before that, and the day before that. He decided that that attempt had failed, and that Josh should get him food for the first time in three days. He started drinking water again the day before.
Whimpers filled the living room and entered the kitchen giving Josh the clue that his friend was now entering. Just in time in fact. Beep! Beep! The microwave beeped. Josh pulled out Tyler's chicken and grabbed a drink for himself from the fridge. He set the bowl down for Tyler and opened his Snapple. Tyler was shaking he was so hungry. The smell of food, the beautiful scent if food for the first time in three days filled his nose and soon enough his mouth. Tyler groaned in his head, 'THIS IS SO GOOD!' He over exaggerated yet again In his crazy little head. "T-thank you Josh.." Tyler thanked in tears, fall filled of sadness and half filled of happiness. Josh smiled then chuckled. "No problem Tye.." He said. 'Why? Why is he so sad!??' Josh thought. He was angry at himself, 'I should know.' He told himself. Josh leaned against the kitchen skink and looked at Tyler every now and then, calmly waiting for him to finish. It saddened him to look at his poor friend. Tyler was too cute, too much of a good person, he didn't serve this, he didn't deserve to b- "I'm done." Tyler said in an emotionless tone, distracting Josh's deep thoughts. Tyler threw himself on the couch and turned the opposite way as if he was hiding something. His arm moved in awkward way, but Josh couldn't tell what he was doing. Drawing? No. Josh walked towards Tyler, slowly. Concerned. His first step startled Tyler, he quickly put whatever he was holding In his pocket and sat up right, pulling his sleeve down swiftly, all the way down to his wrist. This made Josh far more concerned, but he didn't want to act like a mom. So he sat next to Tyler and examined his surroundings. Tyler burst into tears once again and leaned onto Josh's shoulder. Josh patted his back. The TV was on, but Josh changed the channel to spongebob and let Tyler get it all out of his system.
About an hour later, Josh's shoulder was sore and sopping wet. Tyler was in bed, crying himself to sleep. Not a happy molecule filled Josh's body anymore. He was out of smiles. He didn't know anything. He Just experienced his whole world cry his eyes dry into his shoulder and he didn't even know why. He wanted to know so bad. So he patiently waited.
