Dulcet (TylerxBrendonxJosh)

5. Fight

Start song: Blush by violents.

Josh likes smoking, he likes the burn in his lungs, he like how warm he feels and he likes watching the ash fall. The smell is even better. Jon's couch smells of smoke just like his appartement does. Jon's apartment is a mirror image of his, looks exactly like it did when he showed up crying in his pyjamas. This time Josh is in a good mood and he's alone, mostly.

Two girls stand, hands in each other's pockets, sharing a cigarette, leaning out an open window as they smile and smoke and they aren't the only ones. Jon's apartment is a sanctuary of nicotine and Josh is a guest.

He's on the couch, one leg up, chin on his knee, unlit cigarette behind his ear and a bottle of beer he's been nursing for the past half hour on his lap in between his legs. Jon's house is home to friends of his, Josh included. It's not rare that he's like this, that he's curled up on jon's couch as everybody else has a good time because really Josh is only here because he doesn't want to be alone and the bar once again messed up his scheduling and double booked.

Oreo is set in Josh's house for the night. Jon not wanting his dog to endure or get sick off of second hand smoking. He doesn't want him around for when people starting going at it, on the couch, in his room, against the wall. Jon is considerate and very lucky Josh's cats get along perfectly fine with Oreo.

Music pulses from a tiny speaker set on top of the oak TV stand. Josh is unfocused, completely uncaring as he watches everybody with squinted eyes. Josh observes calmly in a way he hopes isn't creepy because if there's one thing Josh isn't, it's creepy. If anything he's just curious and that's the only excuse he's got as he watches a guy pull Jon into his room by his belt. They meet eyes and Jon grins, closing the door behind him.

Josh groans, bored but unwilling to move. His eyes roam, they land on a small group nestled on the floor passing a joint. He recognizes nobody but everybody, everyone's familiar. He's seen them all before. They're all on each other, all lazy. All willing and soft and they're high, sulking on rose petals.

He looks to the girls again, they're kissing now. Cigarettes disposed in the ashtray by the window sill.

Everyone's involved in each other, Josh is involved with his beer.

The group on the floor parts within the next thirty minutes, some leave gasping against each others mouths and other's leave giggling and holding onto each other as they leave. The bed creaks in Jon's room and Josh gets up, going to the kitchen, stepping over a girl laying on top of some man's legs. They're just laying, doing nothing. Some of the last left and he knows he won't be surprised to see them all over each other later on because Josh. Josh is staying.

"Sorry." He says quietly. Nobody cares to listen. Too interested, overwhelmed. Josh isn't either. They say nothing and they wouldn't have said anything if Josh had stepped on them.

He loses his beer, leaving it on the counter and then he's tugging on his sweater sleeves, stepping over the same two people again and stumbling back into the couch, cushions eating him alive.

He looks at the girls for a third time, hands moving down, down, down. He watches the development as they push and pull each other around. They look soft and Josh has nothing against girls. They kiss, hands on hips, fingers moving lower and Josh watches.

When fingers start to go up a skirt Josh is getting up. He's bored is his excuse.

"Hey." He says, he leans beside them. They both notice, smiling.