Chapter Twelve

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.::. Amanda's POV .::.

Maybe I should text Tyler since Josh isn't answering me.

"Do you know where Josh went? I was texting him and he just stopped."

...

No reply, might as well try texting Josh again.

"Hey did you decide to be mature and text me back yet?"

"Sup"

Well that was a quick reply, "Where are you?"

He sends me an address and I decide to go pick him up since I'm not doing anything else with my life. Picking up Joshua William Dun from a random gas station sounds entertaining especially for a person who gets bored doing anything for longer than five minutes.

I get there and he seems in a some sort of weird mood where he stares at things and twitches.

I tap his shoulder, "Josh?"

He quickly turns around and accidentally elbows me in the stomach, causing me to blow out a puff of air involuntarily. 
"Oh, Amanda! Sorry I didn't know that was you."

"So you just randomly elbow people that tap on your shoulder?"

"No, that part was an accident."

"Alrighty then, let's get going." 
"Can you take me back to the Gaylord hotel place or whatever it's called?"

"Sure, what for?"

"Tyler's still there."

"Oh alright, we'll go pick him up and then leave to eat or do something fun."

Josh sighs and covers his face with his hand, moving it downwards, quickly wiping small, unnoticeable beads of sweat off of his forehead and cheeks. He follows me to my car and sits in the passenger seat.

The drive was quiet but we weren't very far. All he did was sit there and stare ahead of us. The car radio was off so we literally just sat there in silence. Once we reached the resort, he quickly realized all of the ambulances outside of the building. He opens the car door and begins sprinting towards the lobby before the car even stops which causes me to be a little nervous with what's going on inside of his head.

.::. Josh's POV .::.

I run towards the nearest staff member and ask what's going on.

"Someone stepped out of the elevator with some wounds and passed out right in the lobby," she answered, hesitating, "at least that's what I was told."

"Do you know where he is?"

"No, sir. Are you related to him?"

"I'm his best friend, I just wanna know if he's okay."

"I think that's him," she says lifting her finger and pointing at two men lifting a person and placing them on a gurney. I walk over, speeding up my pace once they start moving.

It's Tyler. 


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