---{•}---Joshes pov
I'm in a slight panic, the boy I lov-liked so dearly just passed out. On the floor. Of my bedroom. I gently pick him up and lay him on the bed putting him in a comfortable position facing me in case he wakes up. I quickly walk down the stairs and grabbing an ice pack and making sure to take my phone back with me as well. As I make my way back up the stairs I hear a faint, soft, cry. Just as I approach my door I peek through the crack in to door to see him holding his knees tears streaming down his face, slightly lighter than earlier. I walk over to him and sit next to him and rub calming circles on his back. "I-I'm sorry", he looks down trying his hardest to avoid eye contact. I lift his chin so our eyes meet "There's no need to apologize, this isn't your fault" and give him a sympathetic smile.
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Perfect (joshler)
FanfictionTyler, a pastel basketball player who admires the smallest things, he could never hurt a fly, but it's always the people who are hurting the most that don't want others to feel pain. And Josh, a punk boy who spends countless hours thinking about the...
