"Standards" -Joshler

•Eight•

Patricks smile was dainty today. He seemed a little less happier then normal so I asked him why

"Well, I think Pete might have a girlfriend"

I gasped quietly and so did Brendon, I rested my hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him

He muttered a small thankyou

"I know what could lighten the mood! Don't get me started!" Dallon chirped and the whole table agreed except from me

"Don't get you started on what?"

"It's a game where we rant, it gets really fun at times" Brendon tapped the table

"Alright, rant about... Sporks!"

"What the fuck even are sporks, like seriously! They are unoriginal and you can't even shove them up your ass... Donald Trump and David Cameron probably eats spaghetti with these pieces of shit. God, like why?" Patrick sat back down as we all laughed, this game was pretty funny

"You know what hate most," I spoke up, "surprise boners. Like seriously, you're having a great time then SMACK, wood!"

"I know right! Thank the Lord of skinny jeans" Brendon put his hands together as if he was praying before laughing his ass off once again.

"I hate it when skirts have stripes on them, like what. Have fashion sense pretty please or at least wear shorts!" Dallon clapped his hands together as we broke into snorts and giggles

"Obnoxiously loud eaters are the worst" I chimed in and everyone agreed

"Especially when they eat with their mouth open. Unless you've got a dick in your mouth please stop" Patrick giggled and we all joined in

This carried on for a while until I got a soft tap on the shoulder. I twisted my body and looked up to see a guy with shortish black hair and sunglasses chewing gum

"We need to know if you can join the basket ball team. We've lost a man and you seemed fit- in the cardiovascular way"

"I don't really do sports but if you need me then sure"

"Alright, meet in the gym after school"

And that was that, the guy walked off and I shrugged. I'd rather be a cheerleader to be perfectly honest

"You do know Tyler is on the team?"

Oh

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Drawing above

It was art, I loved art. It was quiet, blissful and I could get my feelings onto a page

At the moment I was drawing a fear of mine which no one really understood and that was that I didn't know what was inside of me

It was just a sketch at the moment

None of my friends where in this class, it was just me and myself and a few over students. I knew one was called Troye and one was called Connor

Debby was in this class but I didn't really talk to her, I did catch her looking at me though. It was kind of scary, I should probably tell her I suck dick at some point

I flipped the page and remembered something. I drew Tyler

I muttered slightly and shrugged, it didn't matter

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I arrived at the gym place and there I saw the team. That guy with the shades, Pete, Ryan a few other guys I didn't and..

Tyler was stood there staring at me, jaw open a little bit.

"Glad you could make it, Josh right?" I shook the guys hand and nodded quietly

"I'm Zack, the guy in the shades is Jay. That's Tyler, Pete, Ryan, Alex and Ben."

I waved slightly plopping my bag down, I presumed this was practice, I'd played a little basket ball but I could learn

And so we played, it was easy to get the ball off Tyler as anytime I went near him he inhaled my cologne.

But he scared me, he kept running at me and I just froze up and let him have the ball, I don't know why I did it but hey, he was intimidating

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