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2.

I was laying in my bedroom with the lights off, listening to Last Resort by Papa Roach. I wasn't in the mood for anything, much less my mom's churchy friends and their annoying kids, who always acted soooo much better than everyone else. Screw them.

My door swung open and in bounced—none other than—Joshua William Dun. My new, "Best Friend."

Kill me now, I thought to myself as the older boy sat down on my bed.

"Whatcha doing?" Josh chirped, smiling widely.

"Listening to music," I mumbled, fighting the urge to roll over, turn the volume up, and ignore the fluffy headed cutie. Wait..what?

I shook that fricking awful thought out of my mind and took out my earbuds. I could still hear the music blaring, I wanted so badly to pick up my earbuds and listen to my depressing music. With a loud sigh I slid off my bed and went down the hall. I was going into the living room when I skidded to a stop. In the bathroom, I heard light sniffles. I raised my fist to knock on the door, then hesitated.

What if Josh hates me? I thought. My shoulders sagged at the poking thought that Josh, my only friend, may hate me. I defiantly ignored that thought and plunged through the door, only to find Joshua huddled on top of the toilet seat crying. I nervously walked to him and hugged him tightly. Josh wiped his eyes and trembled as he looked into my eyes. "T-Tyler.." He began, he bit his lips and looked away. "I'm sorry you feel this way.." Tears trickled down his chubby cheeks.

I covered my mouth to suppress a sob, nobody had ever said those words to me before. It hit me straight on.

So in that small bathroom, huddled with Josh, I cried for the first time in three years. It somehow relieved me, to cry because someone cared enough about me.