Glowing Eyes - Joshler

G - 1

It all started with a text.

The dumb text was sent by a drunk couple that were residing in the Way residents at the time. In the text they invited me over, and apologized for waking me.

As you'd expect, my depressing thoughts, mixed with the insomnia and reoccuring nightmare that came from reading too much creepypasta a couple of days ago... or years ago, I'd been used to goig to sleep at six am and waking up literally one hour later to drone on to school to, most likely, humiliate myself.

My phone dropped on the floor along with Mikey Way's text, and surprisingly, my phobe didn't combust into tiny pieces. And that's a good thing, of course. How else would I be able to keep myself occupied/distracted from insanity at four am? Well, I could always actually go to sleep, but I highly doubted that that would happen any time soon.

Ripping my eyes from my ohone screen made my eyes blurry, but I eventually scooped the shitty iPhone of off the floor to reply. I then realised that I actually had to move around, and instantly regretted my decisions to meet my friends.

Standing up, I scanned the floor for any signs of a t-shirt or jeans. The massive pile of clothes on my floor that seemed as if it had came from nowhere was filled with all of my favourite clothes, so it wad the first place I'd look for an outfit.

Any basic cleanlines was skipped, and I went straight to picking up any random outfit that didn't loom like shit. My t-shirt was inside-out, but other than that, I looked alright, if you count a mere sack of skin and bones with bags under their eyes and blue pills in their blood 'alright'. I certainly did, and you could tell by my reluctancy to take medication.

I stood staring at my sleep-deprived face the the streaked mirror, rehersing a fake smile for Pete and Mikey. Mikey hated seeing me sad, and whatever Mikey hated, Pete hated.

I then smoothed out the inside-out shirt, because I realised that I didn't look alright, grabbed a pair of scissors, and snipped of the little fabric tag that usually said, 'Made In China' or something along those lines.

The floorboards in my house weren't creaky; they were perfect for running across when you're sneaking out at three am - or three thirty by now.

I ran downstairs with my keys in my mouth and my phone in my pocket. The walk to Mikey's house was about twenty minutes, so I brought along my earphones so that I could listen to the same song on repeat until I got sick of it.

It's a weird thing that I do with music, and I'm running out of songs, to be honest. Mabye I should actually listen to a ramge of songs instead of just a random single.

I had found myself in the living room, just to see my brother asleep, right next to the front door - great.

My brother was asleep on the couch with Frank's - Mikey's brother's friend's dog, Sweetpea. I never understood Zach and Frank's obsession with dog's. Anyway, Zach was fast asleep, so the coast was clear... Well, I guess, he could just have been 'resting his eyes'.

The door unlocked anyway, clicking slightly. The noise startled the dog but he went back to sleep after jolting up his head.

I stood qietly for a few seconds. waiting until Sweetpea went back to sleep. When the dog finally did, I unlocked the other locks on our door and slipped into the cold, three am air.

The same song blared into my ears, and I was eventually there, kicking stones in the driveway, and walking up to the freshly white painted door. Donna loved decorating this house.

My hand curled into a fist and I knocked the door with the back of my knuckles. It hurt my hand, but I'd been knocking doors like that since I was nine. It was pretty much imprinted into my brain. I kept thinking about doors, and my twisted mind somehow went to the question, 'Why are plates almost always circular?'.

I mean, not all plates are circular, but the alot of plates in every house I've been to have been always been circular. Why? Is square unappetising? Does it make you food taste better? Why?

The door swung open, and unfortunately halted my unusual thoughts about plate shapes, and why they're that shape. When you say it like that, it sounds more proffesional that, 'I stopped thinking about plates 'cause someone opened the door'.

"Hey, Tyler!" The familiar emo had unlocked the door, and, for the sake of my neverending weirdness, I asked the question on everyones mind:

"Pete, why do you think plates are normally circular?"

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I walked in, feeling like nothing morea than a third wheel - or a fourth wheel, in this case. Pete and Mikey were holding hands and telling me how much I was going to love Josh. But we had nothing in common. Josh was happy.

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an: hey hey hey motherfrickers im writing a jishler hope u enjoy

also i was legit thinking about why most plates are circular yesterday ngl

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orry that half of this is tyler droning on about plates joshler coming s o o n

also thos is vv shit and a bit rushed sorry mates