Step out the house door. Over the divide.
Josh follows.
Lock the door. Check 1,2,3 times.
Go to car.
Check locks 1,2,3 times.
Unlock car. Get inside passenger seat.
Turn car radio volume button the correct way up.
Music on. Increase volume 1,2,3 times.
Decrease volume 1,2,3 times.
Play track 9 first.
Get out of car.
Check lock 1,2,3 times.
Get trolley.
Walk into super market. Lift front wheels then back wheels then my own feet over the divide.
"Josh get some more shampoo, I'll get food and we'll meet back here."
Don't step on the cracks in the tiles.
"Okay, okay, okay." Three is good.
Collect items. Stack them neatly in the trolley.
Can't have chocolate it doesn't fit correctly.
Checkout.
Count the items. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9.
1. "Josh that's not right, that's too much, that last item doesn't fit, put it back."
Frantic. Hyperventilating. No,no,no. People are staring, staring, STARING.
It's gone. It's okay, that's better.
But Josh wanted that item.
I guess I just mess everything up don't I?
Why must I be a freak, FREAK, FREAK.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry"
"It's okay, you did nothing wrong."
Doesn't he normally say I love you?
228 words.
That ladies, gentlemen, both and neither is the reason I never go shopping. It's like hell.
Don't worry something dramatics gonna happen soon.
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1,2,3 OCD (Joshler)
FanfictionIt's hard to explain. Sometimes it's multiples of three. If you touch with one hand you have to touch with the other. Don't step on the cracks in the pavement. Fit things together like your life is Tetris. Measure the inches around your stomach and...
