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Tyler's PØV

It was right after our show in Orlando where I met up with Isabelle.

"Oh my gosh it's you!" I said, excited. It's been years since I last saw Isabelle, and I was happy to see her. Her and Josh used to be the best of friends when they were younger; Back when I despised Josh on the basketball court when I was 10 and recorded weird videos with my friends and my brother, I knew nothing about Josh except that he knew Isabelle. I knew Isabelle as well; we were in the same 4th and 5th grade class and also had homeroom together through out middle school.

"Yes yes! You are correct, Ty. I can't believe you got that far. I guess all of the basketball you did when you were younger taught you to follow your dream of music." Isabelle said with a small laugh. We talked a bit, for about 20 more minutes, catching up with each other

"I should probably get ready for bed and go back to the tour van soon. We're heading off to Disney World tomorrow!" I said.

"We should talk more! Here," She said, handing me her phone, "put your number in."

I put in my phone number, then we said bye to each other and parted. Once I got back to the van at around 12:40, I could obviously tell Josh was excited to go to Disney. He was on his phone, probably on Instagram. Once I sat down on the small couch, he looked up at me. His bright pink hair was wet from the shower he just took.

"Where were you?" He asked. I was gone for about 40 minutes and I forgot to tell him where I was. Well shit.

"I was talking to a few fans. Caught up with an old friend."

"That's cool. Jenna went out to go get food."

It was silent after that. My tired feet dragged me to my bunk and I almost fell asleep before I got a text from Isabelle.

Isabelle: Hey. What's up?Me: Laying in my bunk.Isabelle: Cool. What's Jishwa doing?Me: Being on his phone. Want his number?Isabelle: sure

I gave Isabelle his number. About a minute later, I hear Josh yelling.

"TYLER ROBERT JOSEPH GET YOUR NICE BOOTY OVER HERE"

I get out of bed and let out a small laugh. How can a drummer be this energetic after a packed show?

"Did you see Isabelle after the show?" He asked me calmly. I nodded.

"What did she look like?"

"Like a 26 year old version of Isabelle with shorter hair...?"

It was the truth. She had the same face and everything. It's like nothing changed except for her height, her voice, and her hair. Her hair was cut short, to about her shoulder. It was a cute cut for her. It made her forest green eyes pop with imagination and inspiration. Josh would have loved to see her again.

--Josh's PØV--

Isabelle and I texted for another hour. Sometimes I was laughing, sometimes I was crying a little, and most of the time it was just silent. I lay there in my bunk, slowly falling asleep as the memory of playing Trees live tonight. The lyrics repeated in my head like a twisted curse.

'I can feel your breathI can feel my deathI want to know youI want to seeI want to sayHello'

I could hear Tyler sing. Why is this stuck in my head right now? Why do I feel like I want to restart something and feel new to it...

Why won't you speak?