How to Save a Life | Joshifer

Chapter 16: Truth or Dare pt.1

I tried to text Josh later that night but I never got a response back. It was clear his conversation with Lanchen was going longer than it should. I look through my contacts and only 4 names show up. It's pretty depressing. Uncle Woody, Max, Avan, and Josh. I wasn't one to make any long lasting friends. Most of my friends from Arizona stopped talking to me once they found out I had such a sad life. I guess they didn't want me to mourn in front of them about my problems. But I never do. I like to keep my problems with myself and act like nothing is wrong with me. Sadly, that is bad for my health because I could break down any minute. I feel I can handle the stress, depression, and mental break downs. Anything to keep myself sane and not a bother to others.

At 2 am, I finally get a text back from Josh. "Hey." That was it. I shouldn't feel so mad about it but 3 hours later all it was was "Hey." I text back. "whatcha doing?? :D" I try not to be too nosy about Lanchen and what they talked about. I didn't get a text back. I feel asleep feeling like crap.

"Jen! Wake up!" Woody screams. My eyes blink a few times to adjust to the sunshine. I get up and hobble downstairs groaning that the wooden floors are too cold.

"Oh pipe down! I made you breakfast." Woody hands me a plate of- WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! It's brown and all mushy. I wince at the smell. "Eat before it gets cold."

"Umm what is this?" I try to ask as politely as possible.

"Eggs and toast," Woody replies drinking his black coffee and reading the morning's paper. EGGS! I don't see eggs. And where the hell is the toast! Did he blend it up together? Furman walks over and sits beneath my seat. I pet the grey dog and lower my plate for him to eat. Woody must be a worst cook than I thought, EVEN THE DOG WON'T EAT IT!

I finally give up and wrap it up in some plastics and put it in the fridge. "What? You're not hungry?" Woody asks staring at me.

"Yeah my stomach has been acting up lately," I say. I could tell him that he can't cook for shit but I don't want to be mean. I mean he got up and made it for me. It was the nicest thing he's done. Other than take me from Arizona to here. He just nods and I sit back down petting Furman and he's adorable face.

Josh walks into the house and says good morning he serves himself a bowl of cereal and sits next to Woody. I keep staring at the delicious bowl of Fruity Pebbles.

"You want some? Good god Woody do you feed this girl!" Josh jokes.

"Actually I had the best breakfast. Woody made me eggs and toast." I gloat. Woody looks up from the newspaper and smiles at me.

"Really? This man cooked?" Josh says surprised.

"Yup! DE-LIS-OUS!" I sound out. Josh raises his eyebrow and doesn't believe me.

"Anyways are you going to work today?" Josh asks Woody. Woody looks at his watch, just jumps up and jets out the door.

"I guess that's a yes." Josh talks to himself. Once I hear the car drive away. I jump up and grab Josh's bowl away from him. I start to eat every single pebble.

"Hey! That's mine!" Josh exclaims. He tries to reach for the bowl. I slap his hand away.

"THE DOG WOULDN'T EAT THE FOOD! THE DOG!" I yell and eat another piece. Josh starts to laugh. I've never seen him laugh so hard. My face must have looked so derp-ish.

Josh's phone vibrates. He looks down at his phone after he catches his breath... "Avan wants to meet up at his house. Wanna come?" He asks me.

"Yeah, why not," I say then I gulp down the pink milk. I walk up to my room and Josh follows me.

"You have kind of a mess in here..." Josh admits. My room looks like a tornado came around the room before he came.

"Hey! Don't touch my gutiar!" I say trying to find a shirt in the dresser. Josh starts to strum random strings.