Josh's Wonderful Life
By Isadora Quagmire
Disclaimer: "Wow. Like, none of it is, like, so totally mine!"
Yeah, sad but true. I don't even own the idea (if you couldn't tell, I ripped it off of the movie….but my style…;p)!
Spoilers: Up to and through Noel. That's it.
Prolouge
Josh sighed as he fell onto his couch. He had finally gotten Donna to leave him alone, though he was sure she'd send someone over.
The wind rattled through the plastic he taped to the window. Josh laughed darkly. That window had certainly gotten him into trouble. But that's not what bothered him. What bothered him was that his PTSD was triggered by music.
Since the fire, music was the only way he could connect with his sister. Through her favorite pieces, he could feel her warm embraces of long ago. "Ah, Joanie," he whispered.
Glaring at his stereo, he whispered, "I wish I'd never been born."
