Eight years later.
A snap was rushed in Joshua's face, making him become startled and quickly face up to the hand that caught his attention.
His dad was across him from tiny round wooden table, A mug in his hand and an annoyed glare on his face.
Joshua apologized and his dad let out a frustrating sigh.
"You need to get going Josh, otherwise you're gonna be late for school," he informed.
The teenager glanced at his wrist, it was already ten past eight on the watch.
"Oh crap! Why didn't you tell me sooner, pop!" He complained and jumped out his chair, grabing his book bag.
He headed to the front door, putting on his shoes and saying his goodbye before taking his leave.
His friend was already walking up the dirt road, his longboard on his hip. A cheeky smile plastered on his face.
"Ah, hey, Fabian!" The boy greeted.
"Hey? That's all you got to say, whatever, Happy birthday, man."
Joshua stopped in his tracks, confused at his congratulations.
"What? It's not my birthday." Josh queried.
"It's the of ninth of March, dude." He said in matter of fact, he pulled out his smart phone and checked the calendar app.
And it was indeed, the date of his birthday. He's eighteen now.
His friend have a hearty laugh, comforting his friend before colliding his fist with his shoulder. Josh gave a angered yell before charging at Fabian, chuckling, the teenager sprinted into a run, his best friend high on his tail.
His legs strided fast, feet colliding gracefully with the dirt path. Josh has always been a runner, it was what he always knew. So when a race was shoved at his feet, he grabbed the opportunity by the throat and went for it.
They were both out of breath by the time they reached the front entrance to the school, Fabian was cheeky as always. Flaunting that he won, but only because he cheated by tripping Josh earlier as it was evident of the filth on his clothes.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever! Get to class!" Josh shooed him away.
Fabian snickered, waving him off as he headed up the stairs alongside other students. He started down the grand hall, heading to his locker to gather his things. He twisted the dial to his combination, pulling out his gym bag, he replaced it with his book one. Joshua's first period was physical education, but he never complained. He loved anything to do with running, it lit something inside him. Feeling the burn in his thighs and calves, that particular itch that he can't ignore, but most of all, the satisfying craving quenched after hours of running.
The locker room door squeaked as they were pushed opened by fellow classmates. The teenage followed along silently, heading to his cramped locker, to get dressed. Already taking of his shirt and pulling in the white tee.
Fingers crept the outlined across Josh's waist as he pulled up his jogging shorts, causing him to yelp out.
"What the hell, Ty!" Joshua questioned, and as if on cue. The place on his shoulder started to sting. He let out an uncomfortable noise as he outlined the scar with his finger.
Ty gave out a giggle, his snake bites shining in the awful lightning. He was a bit of an oddball, always showing up at the wrong minute, doing something perverted and always knew what you're thinking, no matter the circumstance.
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