"Shit. I'm- I wasn't thinking," I reached down to get his... drumsticks,
"I'm okay, you- are you?" He looks straight into my eyes with a look of confusion,
"Yeah- I'm so so sorry about bumping into you- I have to go," I start to walk away and touch my nose to see if it's still bleeding,
"Wait," he grabs my wrist and sniffs a little, "You're nose, it's bleeding-"
"Wh- Yeah, yeah I'll be fine, I am fine."
"Jish!" Another guy calls out from the back of the crowd waving to him with a cheeky smile,
"One second Ty," he scratched his red hair sighed, and rolled his eyes,
"It's Josh?" I asked and wiped some blood off my nose,
"Huh? Oh yeah, you?"
"I'm Max." I smiled but it was obviously fake, "Jishuwa!"
"You aren't staying?" He said this as if there was about to be an huge event, "For- oh-" Jared started walking towards where I was standing with the most threatening look on his face, "I'm-" I started to walk away, "Bye," Now I'm running and I kept looking back to see where Jared was, but I can't risk his shit, there's a forest behind this park and a brick aureate wall that seperates the two, before I even think about it I jump over it and land rough but I keep running.
Tyler joseph is a quiet 16 year old boy living alone in small apartment. He was homeschooled up until he turned 15 when his family was tragically killed in a car crash while he was attending piano practice. Since then he'd pretty much been living off of welfare and his parents life insurance, getting by penny by penny and barely leaving the small enclosure. He'd become extremely depressed since the accident. His very few friends who he once yearned to see constantly, were barely ever around anymore. And by now he'd quit all schooling and gave up with it all. He was done with this life.
Josh dun is a 16 year old boy who'd been living away from home since he was 14 when his parents kicked him out. They didn't have enough money to support him and themselves. But he was just a kid with a dead end minimum wage job. And eventually it wasn't enough. He got fired for showing up late on his fifteenth birthday. With no where else to turn, he went into prostitution. Selling the only thing he had left so he'd have a place to call home. He had hit rock bottom. But still he kept a positive attitude and fought through the negative thoughts and horrible events that clouded his young life.
Today was Tyler's birthday and he was annoyed as much as he was surprised to hear his cell phone ring loudly at 12 am beside him on his nightstand.He briskly picked up to hear one of his old friends on the phone and more voices he recognized in the background. He was bombarded by voices all sending the same message: happy birthday, be ready by 6 because we're all coming over. The line went down and Tyler groaned as he showered, got dressed, and then binge watched pretty little liers till there was a knock at the door. He got up and opened it with a slightly annoyed glance as he noticed an unfamiliar face.
"Who's that?" he muttered inviting everyone in one by one. Even the purple haired fellow he didn't quite know yet.
"Him? Oh, hes part of your present. He's a prostitite." he snickered.