Two Years

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Warnings: Angst, profanity

Word Count: 2200

Request: hi! if requests are open can I request a josh fic where they were really close friends for years but then he got a really controlling girlfriend and he stopped talking to y/n. after like 2 years he broke up with her and tried to become friends with y/n again but his ex girlfriend was blaming the reader for the break up so y/n got in an argument with josh about the fact that she didn't want to get involved and then he confesses that he's in love with the reader? you're so talented btw

Author's Note: Sorry this fic is late, I got caught up with school work and totally forgot I needed a fic on Thursday night! I wrote this one a little differently than I normally do, so I hope you enjoy it! :)

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Two Years Ago

y/n: josh?

y/n: are you going to tell me why you didn't show up to lunch yesterday?

y/n: this is the third time you've bailed on our plans without telling me

y/n: is something going on that i don't know about?

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y/n: ok

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Four Months Ago

The sun was shining on your back as you walked through the park, enjoying your Saturday off and getting some fresh air after spending the week in the office. Music playing through your headphones was also helping to block out the world around you. It was a nice way to unwind after a stressful week at work.

There was an empty bench beneath a tree, so you decided to sit down and rest for a little while before you continued your walk. You grabbed your phone from your pocket, deciding that it was as good a time as any to catch up on any notifications you may have missed. Knowing your boss, there was inevitably some side project that he would want you to take on and finish before work on Monday. Even if you didn't want to do it, it was better to know now and give yourself plenty of time to complete it.

To your surprise, there was a text from an unknown number on your screen, bearing the simple message of "hey". You weren't one to typically answer those types of texts, but there had been an influx of new people at work and your boss had been quick to hand out your personal number in case they "needed anything."

y/n: who is this?

You set your phone down in your lap while you waited for an answer; you didn't want to sit around staring at your screen. This was still meant to be a relaxing walk, after all.

unknown: you really don't know?

A chill ran down your spine, but you decided to push forward in the conversation. An old friend, maybe?

y/n: no, sorry.

unknown: it's josh. josh dun?

Shit.

You shut your phone off, wishing you could pretend that you hadn't just seen his message. The last time you had spoken to Josh was nearly two years ago, if you could even call it that. He had essentially ghosted you after he started seeing his girlfriend with zero explanation. You had tried to maintain the friendship for a few months, but after all of your texts and calls went unanswered, you finally gave up. The two of you hadn't spoken since.

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