One Hundred and One

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(Josh)
I can't believe he doesn't have hope! Everything is so foggy I have no idea how I got to this bar or how many beers I have downed. The only thing I know is that I need Tyler to pick me up because I can't drive home.
"Heeey...Tylerrr. I..."
"Josh where the hell are you?"
"I don't knowww baby boyy."
"Stay put." Then the line goes dead, I run my back against the cold brick of the building sliding onto the ground. Not too long after I sit down someone is helping me into a car, Tyler came to get me. He doesn't look happy.

___________________________A/N: I am literally murdering this story, I'm sorry!

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