"Anyway still play hard to get with Cole?" I ask with a smirk on my face. She talks about Cole and the list of guys she is torturing and then about shitty school is going to be without having each other's company in the same register class. A few minutes later I decide to leave. We get to the large purple walls with bright yellow couches living room and I notice that Paul left. Thank the Lord. I seriously not in the mood to have a pointless bitch fight with him. I get home in ten minutes and James is still dead asleep. I guess he won't have the opportunity to miss me.
I kiss his silky grease-free brown hair and head in the direction of my bedroom. I walk into my bedroom and decide on taking a steaming hot shower. I run the shower and check my phone to see if anyone missed me. I noticed that I received a text from Josh.
[Hey weirdo, how are you? I hope you good. You looked horrible when you left school. Well, I'm bored out of my mind. - Josh]
I wait for a few minutes deciding whether or not to text him back. Josh never uses my number for a social call. It's always an academic text. I must have looked really destressed when I left the classroom.
[Hey stalker. I'm fine. I'm from Lexi's. Why don't you come over and chill? Mom is working the night shift and I know she would love to see that ugly face of yours. Just please make your mom aware where you are. I don't want deja vu. - Tan]
[Okay, a sleepover! When last did we do that? Okay, I'll be there in a few. I just need to find my shoes. Later - Josh]
[Okay, I'm taking a long shower. One of those days... Just let yourself n. James is asleep. - Tan]
an hour in the shower feels like a few seconds. I stand there, draining, draining all my sorrows, pain and preparing myself for a long ass year. I step out and head to the mirror. I look at myself, my eyes carry more pain then joy. Oh well, that's why pretending and friendships were created. I start dying my pale white skin and put pjs on after a few more minutes of starring at myself like I'm waiting to change into someone who isn't... well me. I step out of my bathroom moments later and Josh is comfortably lying on my bed.
"Wow, you took forever. It must have been a long ass day," he comments. He says that like h experienced the whole day. Josh lives two houses from mine. When we were kids we use to have so many sleepovers and it became a little tradition of ours. But as time went, seasons pasted and we got old drifted apart. But somehow we came back to each other. He is my friend, my brother... my idiot. "Yeah, it was a long one. Too many unplanned events had that just filled my mind with so many questionable moments," I say smiling as the day replays like a movie in my head.
Josh, for an assholing (If that's even a word), caring but a mean person is quite hot if I have to say so myself. I can't touch him, because I don't see him as anything as a brother and also the fact he is playing cat and mince with Lexi. With that being said, I really don't want to get in between the two of them. "So why were you at Lexi's? Are you and Paul still hooking up? I hope not," he exclaimed angrily in a sitting position now. We can make all the noise we want because of James' bedroom is on the far end of the house. "Hell no! I might have a large tolerance for pain, but I'm not stupid," I say. Water droplets still dripping from the ends of my ginger colored hair. "I went to her place to talk because she, like you, was worried about me.
"I'm guessing she could sense something happened to me," I say turning my back to face Josh as I close the bathroom door and not caring how that sounds. "Oh. But why go to her? She is like fifteen minutes away and I'm like two houses away," he asks slightly irritated that I went to her first instead of him. His dark brown eyebrows are raised high and squeezed together causing his forehead to be full of wrinkled lines. His ocean blue eyes are narrow and focus. And his sweet light pink small lips are pressed together in a thin line. That's his I'm not fucking around face.
"Well firstly, you are a guy who has no gene of empathy for the human species. I needed someone who would make me think... to feel less pain or whatever I was feeling at that time," I say this time facing him sitting on the edge of the bed. "Josh I was going to tell you about my day eventually today, she just beat you to it," I continue. I decide to stand up and give him a proper hug. Josh and I have been close for a long time and even though we drift apart, so how we always find out way back. Now he thinks I'm trying to replace him with other people. And the fact that Lexi and he has a thing or still have a thing (heaven only knows) going on and ended badly, it hurts him that I'm talking to Lexi right to question me, I suppose.
"But why that bitch?" he questions me. He still stays loyal to the "I'm not fucking around" expression. "Why didn't you talk to Samantha? I mean Samantha is also your friend, right?" He continues the interrogation. "Josh, you are basting your question on the pain that's Lexi made you feel. So I won't answer you and we'll Samantha is... Well, would leave that side. No one can really confide in her, because she is just a bitch in a nutshell. I love her and all, but some times I get why most peotjust don't like her. I mean I understand the whole idea of being a realist, honest, non sugar coasting person but just not caring about how the person might feel about how or what you said is just messed up," I explain.
"Yeah, I definitely wouldn't," he laughs. "You know, I love you. And no one will ever replace you, okay," I tease while going in for a hug. He smells like aftershave and fabric softener. It's a stranger combination, but it works. "I know. So where did you run off to after school?" He asks and breaks the hug. I am faced with a happy, smiling Josh and not the serious ,weird one. I spend thirty minutes repeating what I told Lexi to him. He just kept on giving me expressions of shock and amusement. "So what do you think about all of this? I mean it sounds like the 9th grade all over again, just more exciting," he asks with so much curiosity in his big green eyes.
"Uhm honestly, I really do not know what to think. I hope that deja Vu isn't happening. I miss being all buddy buddy with him and getting to know who he really is beside the whole I am the king of Southern High, now to me guy, but I really cannot take Kimberly and friends being all up in my ass," I start laughing at the last statement. Having this mental picture of them literally in my ass and not leaving me alone. Damn , I am so disgusting. "You are so disgusting," he says. Did he just read my thoughts? What? "And no, I didn't read your thoughts. I just know what you're thinking when you squint your eyes, squeeze your button nose, and smirk, but pouting look, you are thinking about something nasty. And the shocked , embarrassed expression which is on your face now confirms my findings," he says , oozing confidence. I hate the fact that I am an open book to him.
"So what's your opinion, Mr Observant?" I say with annoyance present in my voice. "Well he just wanted to talk that's all. A he said that it has been a while since you guys have had a decent conversation. Just remember that he is a guy, and we love seizing the opportunity even if there isn't one. And whatever happens, don't read too much into it," he pleads at the end of the statement.
What he said made some sense. We are just talking, no harm done. But I am getting roo much attention from everyone in class for my liking. "Okay... On that note, how are you and Emily doing? Has she yet turned into a psychopath like lol of your other former girlfriends?" I ask. Josh's type of girl is mostly decided on a criteria that included double D-cup bra (I don't know how he spots the difference but he does), a firm ass, silky skinny lengthy hair and preferably mute. Emily has two our of the four criterias. She has hazel caramel eyes, dark red natural straight waist length hair, a really firm ass, a double C cup breast. She was very cute. One of her flaws is that she can't seem to shut up for longer than five minutes. 8 mean she complains about why the sun is out and so hot. I'm like "hello ,do I look like God?" But she is the longest relationship he has been in. So there must be something about her excluding the amazing sex . "Well we are good. She's a bit annoying from time to time. Luckily university work is keeping he busy. She changed majors again, so she needs to be there earlier to sort out everything," he says in a monotone voice. At least that's an improvement from the frustrated tone he always has when he talks about his four month relationship.
After a moment of silence, we both decide on what movie to watch since we ran out of things to talk about. It's a little pass midnight. We decide to watch Gone in 60 seconds. It's a nice movie. Josh falls asleep fifteen minutes in theovue. I, on the other hand, start writing a piece called Fate in my leather patterned print notebook.
Fate
A person would never believe that their lives are controlled by something or someone who contains a higher power. But fate just keeps proving otherwise. We have crossed paths a few thousand times. Always thinking that an encounter (if any) will be the last. But fate just laughs at our thoughts and carries on. Playing us like puppets, it being the puppet master. Now we cross paths again, I hope this is our last. Knowing that we might be wrong, but the hope never fades. Nevertheless, fatw is the master and we are the puppets dancing to the master's tune. I am starting to understand this.
After that I start feeling sleepy. This always helps when I had a dayfullws with unexpected emotions. I set my alarm clock thirty minutes earlier than the normal time seeing that there will be three people having to get ready for school. I lay my head on the soft pillow. After a few moments I find myself getting this calm, peaceful feeling lol over me. Seconds later I am at the gates of Dreamland.