Drowning in you

•thirtyone•

Josh couldn't shake the tingling feeling in the back of his mind telling him to drive faster. He'd been gone too long after all, far too long.
He cursed the California traffic as he sat drumming his calloused fingers against the soft black leather of the steering wheel.
Long lines of red and yellow headlights stretched off into the distance blurring into fuzzy neon lines as they neared the horizon.
He glanced out the window beside him, and too keep himself entertained he read the names of the businesses that lined the road. The cotton candy colored walls of Lollie's Sugary Sweets was crammed against  the pitted cement walls of Weed and More.
Maybe, he thought, people got their candy, then went next door to buy pot infused brownies to go with it.
Or maybe the candy store was just a front for a meth dealer out back.
God, I have no faith in humanity, josh sighed.
I can't even look at a damn candy store without seeing the worst possibility. Maybe that's telling about who I am as a person.
Of course irresponsible parents could just drop their kids off at the candy store to keep them occupied, then go revel in the aisles upon aisles of weed related products next door.
Stop it josh.
Traffic moved, and he pulled his car forward a few yards, then pulled to a stop.
He looked over toward the sidewalk again. This time he saw a blond college boy jogging through the people walking down the sidewalk. He was carrying a box of monster energy drinks, and every inch of his clothing was labeled with the green and black logo.
Josh snorted, his mouth curling slowly into a smile when he thought about what Tyler would say about seeing that guy.
He could picture Tyler's cute cheeks bunching up in a grin as he playfully made fun of him.
He wouldn't have been surprised if Tyler had made him pull over, buy a Red Bull, then walk past the guy making eye contact while sipping the far superior energy drink.
There was this quality in Tyler's face that few people had. His soft doe eyes framed with long feathered lashes and full lips were so cute, almost feminine. That was one side of Tyler, and then his face would shift in the blink of an eye. He would turn his neck slightly to the side, stretching his neck, revealing his sharp jawline that glided upward toward his high forehead. His eyes would squint slightly forming a intense glaring heat when he looked at josh.
He was hot, josh admitted. He wanted nothing more than to kiss those red rosebud lips. Even the thought of that left a burning zap of electricity though his skeleton.
Finally he reached the hotel parking lot, and leaped out of his car, the humidity of the air hitting his face in a blast.
He stroud confidently through the crystal clear automatic doors that lead into the lobby, flashing a grin at the lady who was working the counter, and she nodded, recognizing him.
Thoughts of Tyler sobbing, his head pressed against the cheap wallpaper of the hotel room clouded the blue sky of his mind.
He opted for the stairs once again, wanting to get to Tyler as soon as physically possible.
He felt a stinging burn in his calves as he took the maroon carpeted stairs two at a time.
He needed to go to the gym, needed to maintain who he was. More than anything he needed to stay perfectly fit, perfectly perfect for Tyler and everyone else, all those thousands of faceless profiles staring at his body on computers and phone screens. The thought sent ugly shivers down his spine. No matter how toned his frame he couldn't seem to find happiness with himself. The feeling that his mind had been paired with a random body, that he was just a pile of mismatched parts thrown together carelessly never left his mind.
He reached the door, his breath leaving him in slight huffs.
He knocked once, twice, three times, waiting for Tyler's muffled footsteps, but there was no sound.
No sound at all. Horror movies had it all wrong, screams and growls weren't frightening, it was silence that was most terrifying.
The thick white of the absence of sound, the absence of life scared josh to death.
As he stood there, his face inches from the smooth wooden door he was terrified.
T-E-R-R-I-F-I-E-D
He dug frantically through his pockets. He felt The kind of panic that fills you when you turn your back on a dark street to unlock the door of your house and your imagination convinces you that something is breathing down your neck.
He stabbed the green room key at the door, finally hearing the click and seeing the light flash.
The door opened with a squeak.
As it swung open the dark room was reviled inch by inch.
Then his eyes swept the floor.
His breath solidified in his throat.

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Hello you lovely people...

I've been, and will be super busy with school for a little while. I'm going on vacation soon, and will update maybe once if you're lucky.

Sorry this chapter is crap, I didn't have it in me to write sad stuff today.

Decided to put some of my art as the image at the top of the chapter, what do you guys think of it?

That's all for now folks...
-Samantha