I was in bed, scrolling slowly through Twitter, when Josh burst into my room.
'Sorry. Should've knocked, didn't want to.'
'You okay?' I asked, laughing at Josh, who was now sat in my gaming chair with his phone in his hand.
'Brilliant- but I could be better.'
I raised an eyebrow at him.
'If you came to Cal's party tonight?'
I felt myself freeze instantly.
'Josh...' I whined.
'Si, come on. You haven't left the house in ages, even for you! Maybe... I don't know, maybe this is what you need?'
'What? A party, where I can do so many things wrong? Oh look, incapable Simon knocked over the punch bowl! Oh, now he's trying to dance with a girl- and her head is through the wall. And would you look at that! Now he's set the flat on fire by trying to move a candle. I can't Josh. Let it go.'
'Simon, fucking stop.
You aren't incapable.'
'Today, I've broken three plates, smashed a jar of peanut butter, put a crack through my phone screen- and possibly snapped a rib.'
'You haven't broken a rib, Simon. Calm it. Just... Come out. For me?'
He was looking at me with such wide eyes that I almost couldn't resist.
Almost.
'No, Josh. I just... Can't.'
He left. I didn't hear from him again for a few hours- it was weird.
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