Joshua huffed in front of the mirror, attacking his hair with a hairbrush. He sighed and groaned, "I need a haircut."
"I like your hair long," Samuel whispered, laying his head on his shoulder.
"I know, but I can't get it neat anymore!"
"Who cares about it being neat?" He murmured, tilting his head, and glancing up at him lovingly.
"I do! It won't get neat enough for church anymore!" He sighs, staring at it in the mirror.
"You care too much." He dismisses, walking to the vanity, and running his hand over the things scattered there.
"Of course, I do. I accidently built a stand for myself, and now I have to uphold it."
Samuel laughed and walked over to him, whispering softly in his ear. "Skip church today."
Joshua shifted.
"C'mon, it's just once. Just one time, one time. Everyone else will be at church, we'll have the whole town to ourselves. We can do whatever we want."
Joshua bit down on his lip, considering it slightly. This wasn't the first time he had asked, and he doubted it would be the last. And he was so tempted, he felt so bad every time he said no. He considered it, but he couldn't.
"Sam..." He sighed, as Samuel slipped his hands around Joshua's waist, and the smaller boy reached towards them and laced his hand in his, "You know I want to. I want to so bad."
"Then do it."
"But I can't... Not today. Maybe another day, but not today. I'm sorry." He looked down.
Samuel sighed gently, but he understood. "It's ok, I know. It's important." But he didn't move away from his friend.
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Impossible
Short Story'You know why people like to do these things? Why violence feels so good? They're searching for something. A response. To get a kick out of it, you need a reaction. Screams of fear, and pain. To fight back. To struggle and resist. Take that away and...
