migraine ; joshler

part two ; fridays

i wake up and the rain is gone. the sky remains a cold grey color, but the storm has passed.

i'm slightly relieved, as i realize it's finally friday and the end of a hard school week.

i get out of bed and get dressed. i say hello to my mother, and make a cup of coffee alongside her presence in the kitchen. she was making some toast for my brother and i.

i quickly eat the breakfast, making sure to thank my mom, and take the coffee to go. i rush out the door to hurriedly walk to school.

i wasn't too popular around here. i had friends - a group of about 4 or 5 people. the rest of the people in the school seemed to say hello to me in the halls, but i've never really had a deep conversation with anyone but my few friends.

as i enter the doors, i am immediately greeted by brendon and sarah.

"hey ty! you look... tired." brendon says. brendon was usually pretty brutally honest.

"yeah, the storms have been keeping me up a bit." i say, sipping my coffee.

"well hey, at least it's almost the end of the week!" he says happily.

"i know right! thank god it's friday."

'fridays are always better than sundays', i thought to myself. i also told myself to enjoy this lovely day while i had it. probably the first optimistic take i've had in days.

"well, sarah and i were just about to head to the cafeteria, wanna come hang with us before school starts?" he says whilst grabbing sarah's hand. she giggles.

"nah it's okay, wouldn't wanna third wheel. i'll go out and see if i can find jenna or something. thanks though, you guys have fun. i'll see you later." i smile, and walk away.

i tug on the sleeves of my sweater as i walk through the halls alone. i think everyone's eyes are on me. it sure feels like it. it makes me overthink my stride, and i try my best not to trip over my own feet.

as i walk alone through the masses of people in the hallways, i wonder if i'm the only one. am i the only one i know that's waging my wars behind my face, above my throat?

i panic at the thought, and decide to go outside and sit on the benches for a while. it usually calmed my nerves. as i reached the large metal doors, i make sure to use extra force so i can actually get them open.

"ouch!" i hear someone shout from the other side as the door neglects to open. did i... did i just hit someone with the door?!

i open the door more carefully this time, and see a boy on the floor next to a few scattered papers.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry! did i do this to you? i really didn't mean to, are you okay?!" i panic.

"it's okay. i'm fine." the boy with the dyed pink hair says. he was wearing a black sweatshirt and black jeans. he was very, very cute. but i refused to fully acknowledge that thought.

i help him gather his papers as he stands up. i was about to hand them back to him, when i realized what was on them. they were... these drawings. they were absolutely stunning. they were more detailed than anything i've ever seen hanging within these halls, and they were dark. sorta disturbing. and very intricate. i liked them, a lot.

he quickly grabs them back.

"i really like those drawings. did you do those? they're super detailed!" i say, genuinely appreciative.

he hesitates for a moment. "i-i, uh, yeah, i did. they're really not too amazing, just a few sketches i've done in class. but, t-thanks." he says, smiling. his face was red from the bitter cold outside.

we stand in awkward silence.

"well, i'm josh. thanks for hitting me with the door and helping me with my stuff." he says, and walks away.

and for some reason, i stand mesmerized by the encounter. 

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