Back On my Feet // A Josh Dun Fanfiction

What are you doing out this late? > chapter one

Here I sit

On a street bench

Because I got fired.

I mean I could see this as a bad thing, which I'm leaning to because its hot as crap and I'm scared I'm going to get kidnapped by a crazy person, but I'm choosing to see this as the low before the high.

I mean yeah, no one wants to be homeless. But I've got to do what I've got to do.

I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my head on them. I'm slightly surprised people aren't staring at the eighteen garbage bags filled with my belongings. The landlord only gave me one day to pack my bags.

Pshh.

How rude.

I roll up my jacket an put in on the end of the park bench.

Time to go to bed.

I rest my head and close my eyes.

Before I know it im in dreamland.

I hear a crackle of a bag and my head jolts up.

Before my eyes is an old man, with his nasty claws on my belongings.

"Hey! Let go!"

His eyes flash to me, and then to the bags and suddenly he jolts off.

He thinks I'm scared. I'll catch that old fart.

He runs down the street at lightning speed. Me trailing far behind.

"Hey give me my stuff!"

"That's not ok!"

"I'll get you for this!"

He begins to turn the corner as I come to a stop. He looks behind himself and grins at me, but the grin soon fades.

As he turns the corner, he bumps into something solid and falls on his face.

A man with redish pink hair stands there looking confused as ever.

"Hey you! Grab my bag!"

I point to the pink haired man and then down to the man on the ground.

"What? Oh." He reaches down and plucks my bag from the man's hand.

The homeless man jumps up and scurrys away.

"Is this yours?" He questions.

"Yeah." I answer shyly.

"What are you doing out this late?" He asks in confusion.

"I should be asking you the same thing." I cross my arms

"You were probably out at some club." I chuckle under my breath.

"What?"

I turn and start walking back to my bench. I can feel him slowly creeping behind me.

"What's your name?" He questions still trailing behind me.

"None your bees wax."

"Come on, really."

"Why should I tell you?" I say still walking.

"Because I just saved your stuff."

"Pffh."

"By the way, why is it in a garbage bag?"

I snap.

"Because some people can't afford a million suit cases for all of there belongings!" I find my way to my bench and plop down.