twenty one :.: joshler

IV

Josh's POV

D- hey, Josh.

J- Hi.

D- We should talk. In person.

J- There's nothing to talk about.

D- There's plenty to talk about.

J- No, there isn't. You left with a guy I know you hooked up, I'm not mad. We're done. Enough said.

D- You know I love you Josh, but you didn't even act like you wanted to be with me!

J- Sure, I'm confused right now, and sure I have pushed you away, but is that any excuse to cheat on me at my own party? No. So please, stop texting me. I have really lost all respect for you, Debby.

D- Confused?

J- I'm done talking to you.

D- Okay, fine. I just want to say that I'm sorry.

J- Yeah, well sorry doesn't cut it anymore.

I growl in frustration, running my hands through my damp hair. I just got out of the shower, it was a nice, relaxing shower, and then this had to happen.

It's early, around seven, and I look out the window and realize Mark's car is nowhere in the driveway.

J- Hey, where'd you go?

M- Store, need anything?

J- Nah, I'm good, thanks.

I dry myself off the rest of the way, and dress myself in the causal T-shirt and skinny jeans.

I think to myself that I should probably practice today. It's been two days. Wouldn't want to get out of the habit. I jog down the basement stairs to my my old, rickety drum set and begin to practice while I wait for Mark to get back.

While I play, I also become a bit nervous at the fact that I told Mark how I felt about Tyler Yesterday. I mean, I didn't mention specific names, but I told him that I like a boy. That I think I like like him. He took it well, not that I expected him to be appalled or anything. As I'm in deep thought, I feel the snare drum bust, and I look over, frustrated at the sight. When I'm nervous, I hit the drums extra hard, it's a habit, and you'd be surprised at how many times I've been in this same situation.