"Look alive, sunshine. Today's our big day!" I woke up to Josh with the biggest grin on his face, teeth brighter than my future. Today we were playing at a bar. It wasn't exactly the place I wanted to be at right now, full of drunk people who'd have no problem expressing their negative opinions, but it was a start.
"I'll pack the clothes that we'll need, you go shower and brush your teeth, I'll join you in a minute after I finish packing these last few things." I'd never showered with Josh before, but there's a first for everything, right?
I set the water to a hot temperature, burning my skin. I didn't mind though. I'd been through worse pain. I stripped myself of my clothes and stepped in, letting my feelings wash away with the water. Squeezing the shampoo from the bottle, I rubbed it into my hair and let the suds run down my neck.
"Knock knock, can I come in?" I heard Josh knocking at the locked bathroom door. I knew I didn't have to lock it, but it was a habit.
"Yeah, I'll unlock the door." I stepped out of the shower, unlocking the door for Josh as he smiled and I stepped back in, waiting for him to get undressed and join me.
"Fuck, this is hot, Tyler! Do you always take showers this hot?"
"Not as hot as you." I chuckled and Josh grabbed my waist.
"I love you so much." He said before pressing his lips to mine.
Our not-so-innocent make out session was cut short by Ashley walking in on us.
"Shit, sorry. I'll forget I saw that." Ashley ran out and slammed the door, Josh's face turning red. We washed off and got dressed.
"Josh, you didn't dry off all the way before you got dressed." I cringed. That was one of my biggest pet peeves.
"Bye mom!" We yelled out the window before pulling out of the driveway in
Josh's car.
"Calling her mom just feels so right." I smiled and closed my eyes in content.
"I'm glad." Was Josh's response.
We arrived at the bar, The Frothy Mug, half an hour later.
"What an original name." Josh said.
"Yeah, almost as original as playing country music in a bar."
"And that is why we're not playing country music today." Josh laughed, and I recoiled at the thought of us playing country music.
We stepped onto stage, receiving weird looks from people. I could see why, though. Two high school boys on stage in a bar, with drums, a piano, and a ukulele. And it would get even weirder with the ski masks.
The scent of vodka, beer, wine, and every other alcohol imaginable swarmed my nostrils, making me feel sick to my stomach. The cigarette smoke didn't help either. Josh didn't seemed bothered by it, somehow.
We stepped up on stage, nervously introducing ourselves.
"On the eve of the dead-" someone grabbed my ankle and pulled me onto the floor, two feet below me. I went headfirst, and it hurt like hell. Josh stood up from his drums to help me, when a bar fight started. As I was struggling to stand up in the crowd, I was stomped on and eventually, a bottle hit my head and shattered. The last thing I remember was Josh's face before a swarm of black dots clouded my vision.
Beep. Beep. Beep. First, I heard something that sounded like a heart monitor. Then I heard sobbing. I opened my eyes, finding myself in a completely white room, alone with Josh. I tried sitting up, and a groan escaped from my mouth. Josh's head jerked up.
"Tyler? You're awake!" He ran over and threw his arms around me before wincing.
"Are you in pain?" I asked. I saw a bandage wrapped around his arm.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me. My question is, are you in pain?"
"Why would I be in pain? Josh, are you going crazy or something?" I asked. Josh's face went pale.
"Tyler, look at yourself. You have a broken wrist and a gushing wound in your head." What did he mean?
"Josh, there's nothing wro- holy shit. When did this happen?" I asked. I couldn't recall getting hurt.
"When you were singing, someone grabbed your ankle and pulled you into the crowd. People got angry and then a bar fight started and I guess someone with a bottle in their hand fell and accidentally hit you with it. I tried to help you up, but after you blacked out, I got involved and escaped with just a few cuts. I'm fine, though." Josh explained.
"Tyler, do you really not remember anything that happened?"
"Nothing." I replied.
"I'm going to go get a nurse. I'll be right back, love you." Josh left me alone in the white room. I hated it, there wasn't anything to look, nothing to change your mood. Just white. It was such a bright color, so bright that it hurt your eyes to look at it, and wasn't that just ironic?
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Sup my dudes
I was gonna write more to this chapter but it's been so long since I've last seen it that I'd have to re-read a lot of this story, so I'll just make another chapter. I'm sorry for being so inactive <3
