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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Somewhere along the line I learned that the way in which a man treats his inferiors, shows more about him than his intelligence, or looks.
☼ Phoebe
"What?" I look to Josh in confusion who sat sloppily on the steps in front of the blue building.
His eyes looked up to me with sadness and regret for what he just said. He tried to smile his words away as if he really didn't mean them.
"I hurt you, you hurt me?" I repeat with curiosity. I lowered myself next to him by holding on to one of Silver poles that ran along the steps. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"That you don't have to be sorry, and neither do I. You twisted your ankle and I have a busted lip." Josh looks down at his rough hands, "We are even."
I cringe slightly, "Why would I want to be even?"
Inching closer, he timidly grazes my swollen ankle with the pads of his fingers. Unsure if it was due to his calloused touch or the pressure pulsating into my ankle, I suck in a slow breath. He looks at me through half closed eyelids but doesn't move his fingertips from where the were. "Because I hurt you."
I clear my throat and move his hand onto the jagged ground, "That's kind of dark."
"I guess." He chuckles slightly lifting his cheek with a sad smile.
"So what now?"
He furrows his eyebrows, "Why are you asking me?"
"Because regardless of what you do or where you go I always find a way to involve myself within your plans," I admit as he nods and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, "Plus, I kind of blew off my ride home and I can't imagine that he's pleased with me, or wanting to see me at all."
"He did leave pretty angry." Josh agrees absentmindedly.
"At least it wasn't you this time."
"What's that supposed to mean?" An involuntary dimple adorns his ignorant smile.
"You always leave pissed off, Josh," I narrow my eyes at his "Don't play dumb."
"And you're always frustrated." I continue.
"And grumpy."
"And you have a terrible temper."
"Alright that's enough, little girl." He had a final tone in his voice but his eyes looked joyous.
