Josh sat in the window frame holding a cigarette between his lips while spinning the lighter between his index and middle finger. Josh blew the thick cloud of smoke through his nose. 'Why do I always catch feelings?' Josh thought. "Fuck!" Josh yelled as he threw the lighter in the ground. Mat walked in. "What?" Mat asked, eyes full of horror. "Nothing, nothing." Josh said and waived him away. "I need some air." Josh said and sighed before jumping out the window.
Josh walked to the mall. He needed some drumsticks so why not buy them now? He walked in to the music store and saw a boy with short brown hair put things in their place so he guessed that he worked there. "Uhm, do you work here?" Josh asked. The boy's eyes widened. "Uhm, yeah, can I help you?" He asked while rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes, I need some 5A drumsticks with a wooden a little more oval tip." Josh said. "Okay, uhm." The boy said and found some drumsticks. "Are these okay?" He asked and gave Josh some 5b sticks. Josh crouched down and found the correct ones. "I'll have these." Josh said and smiled. The boy blushed. "Oh, okay." The boy said. Josh gave him 10 dollars and walked out.
