the rest of the day feels like hell, until i get back home and start feeling even worse. just when i thought i was about to dissociate or something, a quite familiar name pops up on my phone screen.
"meet me at the roof in 10" joshua asks – or well, demands. "my roof i mean" another text follows.
i make sure to grab a vodka bottle before getting to joshua's house.
across from me, joshua pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. i'm not sure if his parents are aware, but joshua smokes; and i never really bothered to mention it in front of them. now, i'm not sure if you're aware, but he looks undeniably attractive doing that. his lips wrap around the end of his cigarette delicately yet firmly, as if he was afraid it'll simply slip away. i never understood his addiction to tobacco, and the thought of willingly injecting your lungs with potentially lethal chemicals disgusts me. i can't say i'm not enjoying the view, though...
i pull out my phone and snap a picture without him noticing —
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damn, if we were to be dating, i would definitely have this as my lockscreen. however, we're not; so i'd like to call this an appreciating-your-best-friend's-existence picture.
"you seem quiet." he says, his back facing me.
"just thinking." that's when he turns to look at me, in a way i know he's silently asking me to elaborate. "about life." i simply reply.
joshua glares at me, he hates it when i keep everything to myself. i only smirk in return. he walks over and sits next to me, sighing.
"you never open up, do you?"
"it's nothing important, really." he glares harder at me. "here," i hand him my vodka bottle. "don't cry." i wink at him, smiling.
joshua smiles back, while shaking his head – with his hair, although messy, looking quite amazing.
