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 can't get away from you although I try.
☼Phoebe
When the knock wakes me from my restless sleep I look to my alarm clock with a sigh and see the LED flashing.
10:27 a.m.
The knocking continues even as I reluctantly climb from the bed and put clothes on. I make my way through the hall, when I opened the door, I am surprised to find the brown uniform of the postman. His dark eyebrows cast heavy shadows over his bored eyes as the sun reflected from his bald head.
"Are you Joshua Dun?" He holds out a clipboard.
"Excuse me?" I scratch my head sleepily.
He shift his weight on his hips impatiently and repeats his question, "Are you Joshua Dun?"
"Uh," I blurt out unable to say anything, "He's in the shower." I lied as I took the clipboard and scribbled my name.
I stared at the two excessively large boxes curiously and waited for the miserable man to pull away before I ripped the tape off and stared at the red, black, and yellow contents inside.
What the fuck, Josh?
I begrudgingly pull out my phone and type in his familiar number, while it rings I mumble to myself. I place my hand on my hip and wait for him to answer, "I haven't even seen this dick in a week and-"
He picked up on the second ring stuttering and unsure,"Uh, hi Phoebe-"
"Come get your shit." I say flatly.
He paused, "Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Something just got delivered to my house, delivered to the infamous Joshua dun."
"What is it?" He ignored my rude remark.
"I don't know," I said as I look at the packages that sat in my messy porch, "Just come get it before I burn it to the ground."
"Um, alright I'll be over soon."
"Door's open."'
I hang up as fast as I can as I trudge the stuff inside, the whole way cursing Josh under my breath. Once I pulled the large boxes of things inside, I take a look around my living room and see the remnants of my pity party from a few nights ago, I just moaned over Josh not calling for a few hours while eating everything and watching Grey's Anatomy. I picked up my plates and shoved my discarded clothes under the couch cushions.
I caught my reflection from the hallway mirror, facing a poorly groomed monster that has not done anything but eat, complain and sleep for the past few days. I had a single neon sock on and pizza sauce staining my shirt where my heart laid underneath.
