Pastel Princess ~ Joshler ~ boyxboy ~

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I would like to say a very happy birthday to Trash Grier. LOLLOLOL I hate him.

*Josh's POV*

Fuck this.

Fuck all of this. I thought I was doing well. I didn't think my mom had a clue. This all happened so Fucking fast I had no time to even process it. I barely even remember getting in the car and going to the camp. I remember my moms words. Conversion therapy. I better not do anything stupid because there is no way in hell in going to conversion therapy. Well, that place is hell.

     I didn't even get to say bye to Mel and Ash. What are they gonna think? Maybe I can get them to rescue me from this place. I'll figure out a way. AN// I FOUND A WAY I FOUND A WAAA-AAAY//

     I got out of the car at the same time that Lizzy did. She talks way to much, I think she has some issues, but I'm pretty sure that all the workers at this place do.

     "Well ok, sugar pie lets get a moving!" Lizzy exclaimed. God damn this woman needs to tone it down a notch.

     I picked up my bags and followed Lizzy to the cabins. I must've been the last person to arrive at this place because it seemed like everyone was already settled in.

     "Alright sugar bear! Here we are at cabin 69!" Alright, here we go. I enter the room and find my roommate is already there. He looks really young even though he's probably just 18 like me. He looks sad, and he kind of adorable even though he's not my type. Lizzy makes me sign in, and then she leaves, closing the door and telling us to come to the main ground at five.

     "Wow man you're lucky. She didn't even check your bags. That's pretty wild. Please tell me you brought some booze." The boy said in an Australian accent. I frowned.

     "Well, I didn't even get to pack myself. If I did I would have brought a lot. But I always carry around a small bottle of bourbon in my pocket, well more like five. And I also have some weed, but I saved up for that so, no sharing."

     The boy laughed and nodded his head understandably. "Well that's great man. I've never been a fan of bourbon but my dad drank it heavily back in his youth."

     Once everything was packed I introduced myself. "Well my names Josh. Nice to meet you."

     "Hey Josh! My names Troye, nice to meet you too." Troye stated.

     Me and Troye chatted for a while. He was a pretty cool guy. He was very poetic and talked about how he came from a blue neighborhood.

     "Oh shit its five! Let's head out." Troye exclaimed.

     Well, this can't be that bad, could it?

 

     Hello!! Thank you for reading.

     Stay alive |-/