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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I'm not afraid to tell you I'm made of sugar, as long as I can trust the world won't come to begging for a taste.
☼ Phoebe
"You look familiar, you know." I tell the boy next to me.
"How so?" Tyler smiled as he played a soft tune.
I looked at his slightly disheveled brown hair and red-rimmed brown eyes. His lips were pink and shadowed by the hit of facial hair. I swallow and look away, "I can't quite put my finger on it."
He shrugs and shifts his eyes back onto the music he created through the monochrome keys. A soft knock rang from the threshold that separated the music room from the common area. Josh stood shirtless attempting to put a plain white t-shirt over the bruises that surfaced along his skin.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he raked a hand through his hair and stepping, "You don't mind that I borrowed one of your shirts, right Tyler?"
"Of course not." The brunette assured him, "You know I love it when you wear my clothes, Joshy." He winked flirtatiously.
"I do know that, Ty." Josh flirted back. Small beads of water dropped from his placidly blue hair making the fabric on his shoulders clear on an aesthetically pleasing manner.
"How's your head?" I ask him trying to regain focus and ignore the shirt that is gradually becoming more translucent.
He reached a hand to the nape of his neck, "Well it's not bleeding anymore, so that's good. It's still of kind sore."
Tyler exhales, "That's good to know."
Josh's glistening eyes and starred eyelashes shifted over to me, "How's your ankle doing?"
"It hurts quite a bit, but I try not to think about it." I fold my right leg over the left one wincing when I grace my ankle against the fabric of my jeans.
Josh looks so sad then. I knew that he believed it was his fault, and I guess it kind of was, I just wish he didn't feel so bad because of it. He looked down at the ground and presses his lips into a tight pink line. "I'll be right back." He exhaled heavily.
Josh left but was soon back with some gauze and tubes of medicine. He kneeled in front of me and motioned for me to face him. I turn in his direction and carefully untie my shoes. Tyler watch from behind me is Josh remove my worn-out vans to reveal the previously white sock that was the now stained crimson at some ends. There were few spots to where my skin stretched far too much and made my blood surface, but it wasn't bad. I'm not sure if Josh cringed because of the blood or because of his guilty conscience.
