anti-hero// joshler

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"would you like to come over, again?" he stares at me. his lips are chapped and faded from the winter whiplash.

he shivers, like the big beige wool sweater he has on is not keeping him warm enough.

"what for?"

"as i said last time," he shivers, "we're friends... at least i hope we are. friends go to each others' houses."

"okay... but can i invite ashley? she's my best friend so it makes sense for you two to be best friends as well."

he picks at his sweater, "if that makes you comfortable, sure, tyler."

-

ashley holds my hand as we walk over to joshua's trailer. i knock and he opens the door with a friendly smile. 

"welcome," he says.

he smells like vanilla and cinnamon.

i probably smell like a mixture of weed from ashley, sweat, and lavender.

he lets us sit on his couch. 

"would you like some food?"

ashley nods, they're high. hence the smelling of weed.

"please. i'm starving. tyler is starving me."

joshua laughs.

"you're a grown woman. you can feed yourself, ashley."

she laughs and lies on the floor.

joshua comes back and hands them a sandwich, "it's my favorite when i get high. classic pb and j."

"you get high?" i ask him.

he looks at me, and his smile is like butter. "who doesnt?"

"conservatives?"

"yeah, i guess that's true. least the ones i've met."

"me too."

"want some?"

"you have some?"

"oh hell yea."

"they used the last of mine."

he pulls a box from under his kitchen sink.

"the 'real thing', gummies or the oil thing?"

"there's other kinds?"

"mhm."

"i just use.. you know. weed."

"shit. just try it," he laughs and hands me a gummy.

"just one?"

"just one."

i put it in my mouth.

"chew."

i chew.

"it'll kick in about.. three hours from now."

"THREE HOURS?"

"yeah, tyler. but trust me. it's better. least for me."

"okay..."

"do you trust me?"

"i trust you... joshua."

a/n: hello,

how are you doing?