Drowning in you

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Tyler felt exhausted after the show. His limbs felt numb from tiredness, his arms hanging limply by his sides. At this point he was in one of those moods that wills you to do anything and everything to get to the nearest bed to go to sleep in. He mumbled his excuses to the crew, and stumbled off down the dusty hallway leading to the little rectangle of sunlight that was the back door. Tyler's eye lids were stiff and heavy, and it took force to keep his eyes from closing. He jogged across the expanse of cracked grey pavement toward the bus, his feet making a crunching noise when they hit the ground because of the red gravel left behind there after a winter storm. He pulled open the door and stepped onto the bus, rushing to the bunk room. He didn't even bother to change, just collapsing on top of the creamy sheets that hadn't been made that morning. His head throbbed painfully with a headache, it felt like josh was using his skull instead of a drum kit. He felt the slow sinking feeling of falling asleep, his thoughts swirling together into restless dreams.

Josh wasn't tired at all. In fact, he was full of energy. The show had been one of the best this tour leg in his opinion. He was glowing with the "after show aura" a term Tyler and him had come up with to describe the happiness emanating from them after preforming. He had so much energy unreleased, so he decided to go skating. It was one of his favorite past times ( besides thinking about Tyler, drumming, Mario, thinking about Tyler, Netflix, Tyler...) he grabbed the board he kept stashed in a cupboard by the door of the bus, set it on the ground, and he was off.

There was something so enticing about skating at night. Whizzing though a town, imagining the stories of every thing, every person he passed. Who lived in the faded blue house surrounded by disintegrating garden beds filled with dying flowers. Whose pink bike was rusting next to the sidewalk. It felt good to glide past it all, slipping though so many life stories, catching glimpses of sorrow and joy. Josh was listening to Green Day, a band that was so deeply embedded in his memories of childhood that it made him nostalgic.

The rattling wheels of his board drove him past a rickety old bench where two old men sat. Deep wrinkles were carved into the leathery skinned faces, gathering around their eyes, hinting at how many times they had smiled. They're eyes were bright, one of the men had deep brown eyes, the other caramel swirled. Josh couldn't help thinking of himself and Tyler. Where would they be in sixty years, best friends, distant memories, lovers? Who knew, josh sighed, wishing he could untangle all the loose ends of life, but no, that was impossible. He turned his board around, and was off again. It was just him, the scraping of his wheels against rough pavement, the glowing moon, and the suburbs blurring together into a mass of color.