amaranthine • joshler

• feeling as good as lovers can •

"So man, have you found yourself a hot piece of ass yet?"

Brendon was staring at Josh with expectant eyes. He took a swig of an unknown substance from a sketchy looking bottle.

"No, I have not. And when I do, I definitely won't refer to them as a 'hot piece of ass'." Josh had been single for a little over two years, ever since the incident with Debby. Josh still shuddered and instinctively tried to make himself smaller whenever thinking of her.

"Whatever man, when you find the right girl you're gonna be all over that ass."

"Okay, whatever you say. And you know I don't like girls."

"Shit, man. Sorry. I forgot. You'll still find some ass though." Brendon took another swig out of his bottle.

"What's in that bottle?" Josh asked, concerned.

"Mystery, dude. Pure... fucking... mystery." Brendon giggled.

"Sure, man."

"But listen. I may be drunk. I may be high. Right now I may currently be both. But the one thing I am not is a fucking idiot."

"Well-" Josh tried to interject.

"Shh. Just listen. You'll find your perfect someone. Hot ass or not, you'll be in love. I advise you to know when that is. You'll get butterflies in your stomach. You'll feel like everything you do is for them. That feeling is what keeps some people alive, Josh. When you get that feeling, recognize it. And keep that person with you for the rest of your life."

"I will, Brendon. I will."

"Good. Hey, did you know that the idiom 'rule of thumb' originated in the 1600's, and it meant a man could beat a woman with a stick as long as it wasn't as thick as his thumb? Crazy shit, man."

Josh just chuckled. Brendon was weird as hell when he was drunk and high at the same time.

"Shit, what time is it?" Josh checked his watch, seeing that it was already 10:30.

"I don't know man. It could be nine in the fucking afternoon for all I care." (a/n - sorry, i had to.)

"That's not a legitimate time." Josh retorted.

"Says who?" Brendon took another swig of whatever was in his 'mysterious' bottle.

"Most clocks, actually."

"Well Mr. Most Clocks is an asshat."

"Whatever man. I gotta go." Josh skated towards his house. Towards Ashley.

And, even though he didn't know it yet, toward Tyler.