Overwhelmed by the sudden peak in his career, Josh is forced into lying and alienation from his family, and close friends. The boy tries to hold on to privacy as long as he can, but it becomes more difficult when an untruthful and cautious Josh meet...
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Lets not talk about hate when there's hell to pay For my cowardice and your bad timing We don't admit it but we never seen eye to eye But its not through a lack of trying.
☼ Phoebe
"Could you possibly walk any slower?" said the girl with blue hair in front of me, "My mom's gonna leave, and then we're both gonna have to wait."
Struggling to keep up with Alex's pace, I raise my hand in dismissal.
"Keep. Going." I say in between breaths as I rest my hands over my knees and try to suck back some air.
"You know better than that," I look up at her and see her turn on her heels. She walks up to me and gives me a gentle smile and reaches for my hand. "I'd never leave without you."
She intertwines her calloused fingers with my pale ones and we walk together, slower this time. "Thank you."
She shrugs carelessly, "No worries, she can hold on for a bit."
We walk hand in hand in a comfortable silence until we reach the main entrance to our campus, where a silver colored car honks at us. I feel the girl next to me unlace her fingers from mine and raise a slender hand to excitedly wave at her mom. I did the same.
"Hi mom!" She took my my hand in hers once again and started for the car.
As always, Alex releases her grip on my hand, and reaches for the passenger door. I loop my hand through the handle, pull, get in, and buckle my seat belt. We start pulling out of the high school and head over to what had become my second home .
"Hey Mrs. Glass." I greet with a tiny wave.
"Hey Phoebe! It's nice to see you," Alex's mom offers me a dimpled smile and shifted her gaze towards her daughter, "isn't it, Alexandria?"
I stifle a laugh at my friend's full name.
"Well, in my defense," Alex gestures her pointer finger towards herself, "I wasn't the one who kept canceling all of her plans with her best friend," she peaks over the mirror and glances at me, "now was I, Phoebs?"
I can feel a wave of guilt wash over me. Aside from when we are in school, Alex and I haven't seen each other much. It sucks because I miss her, but I know that it wasn't something I could control. However, I could not help but feel responsible.
"I'm sorry, I-"I start before I'm interrupted by the girl in the passenger seat.
"Oh you don't have to apologize for anything, cutie." Alex reassures me.
