" JOSHUA WILLIAM DUN. "
GENERAL PLOT ;;
my muse ( Josh ) is your muse's best friend. Your muse and mine are always hanging out, but never at your muse's house. The two hang out in the forest behind your muse's house, sometimes in the treehouse they built, or just in the shadows of the trees. Your muse's family doesn't believe that Josh is real. Josh and your muse have known each other for ten years, at least. They met when they were 7. When your muse was 7, anyways. Josh was 8 at the time. Your muse is forced to go to a psychiatrist, and a psychologist. Your muse's doctor listens to your muse talk about Josh and everything else. But, because of your muse's parents not believing Josh exists, this has built a wall around your muse, which means that your muse doesn't talk to their parents about anything that often. Eventually, your muse starts to get feelings for Josh, which may take a turn for the worst... Turns out that Josh likes your muse as well, but what can your muse say? They're in love with and dating someone that everyone doesn't think exists? No. Yet, your muse doesn't go to school, so that proves a good thing. Your muse can't embarrass themselves. But, when your muse starts questioning Josh's existence, what will happen?
;; YOUR MUSE IS 17, MINE IS 18.
;; note: hECK I CANT EXPLAIN PLOTS I TRIED MY BEST IS YOU HAVE WUESTIONS JUST MESSAGE ME
;; please be semi-advanced/advanced !! your muse can be male or female.
;; YOU DONT HAVE TO BE ACCEPTED TO ANSWER THIS PLOT. JUST DONT ABANDON THIS THREAD !!
Josh sat in the treehouse, waiting for [ your muse's name ]. He hummed to himself, looking out the window that had been carved into the wood more than eight years ago. Snow fell from the sky, leaving Josh to feel a sort of... blue-orange-green. Or, fascinated, interested, in 'normal words' He huffed, shaking his head and speaking aloud. "No, Josh... Stop talking like that. [ Your muse's name ] said to speak normally. Stop using colors to describe feelings." He muttered softly. Truth was, he and [ your muse's name ] had made up a secret language, sort of. They used colors to describe most emotions. For Josh, most things were blue-black. Isolated and Melancholy. But, around [ your muse's name ] ? He felt... green-red-yellow. Safe, and sweet. After all, [ your muse's name ] was his best friend. Returning his attention to the falling snow, he slipped over towards the ladder and climbing down. He'd been staying in the treehouse for a while now. It was okay with [ your muse's name ], after all, and he didn't want to return home. His entire house was blue-black. It was horrible. It had been snowing for a long while now, and when Josh dropped from the ladder into the snow, a grin fell onto his lips. He'd never experienced snow before. It was cold. Made him feel... orange-green-purple. Confused. In normal words. He looked up as he saw [ your muse's name ] walking towards him. [ Your muse's name ] seemed to be wrapped up head to toe in warm clothes. Josh grinned, the eighteen year old laughing softly as he walked towards his friend, ushering them softly up the ladder into the treehouse. Josh waited for a word from his friend, not knowing what to say.