Headspace // Joshler

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Josh's eyes flutter open when his sleep is disrupted by a loud shrill. He groans to himself, letting his head sink further into the pillow. The boy blindly reaches out to the side, dragging his hand along his sheets as he searches for his phone. Josh jams his finger on the 'stop' button along the bottom of the phone, causing the loud ringing to go away. He slowly sits up, a hand immediately shooting over his eyes as he's blinded by the bright sun coming through his window.

The brunet runs a hand through his messy curls as he shifts to get out of bed. He unlatches his window, pushing it open with a loud creak and letting the fresh morning air in. His small room is immediately filled with a fresh smell, a hint of rain. He sighs, looking at the clear sky. The boy stares out the window until the first shiver crawls down his spine. He could look at the clouds and listen to the sounds of nature for hours but he has to get ready for work.

Josh's feet drag along the wooden boards of his home. His socks quiet the sound, nearly making him slip a few times as well. The old floorboards creak obnoxiously as he approaches the small, unorganized kitchen.

"Goddamnit," Josh whispers to himself when he yanks on the blinds of the kitchen window. They're stuck again so he'll have to do without them being open. Josh wonders how his house hasn't fallen apart yet considering how old it was. The curly haired boys every step is followed by a creak, he cringes every time his foot sets on the floor.

Josh pops two pieces of bread into the toaster, slumping against the counter with a big yawn He looks around the kitchen lazily, his gaze casually brushing over the clock. His eyes widen when he realizes he has somewhere to be today. He pushes himself off the counter and speed-walks to his bedroom. Josh nearly squeals as his hip collides with the cold metal of the doorknob. The boy hisses in pain, nearly falling over.

The boy digs through his small closet, pushing the heavy clothes aside and looking for something a little nicer than normal. His hip is killing him, the brunet can't concentrate over the pain jabbing him from inside and out. The boy quickly lifts his shirt up without expecting anything serious. He almost screams as he peers at a large oval bruise on his side. Josh grits his teeth as he lowers his shirt. He has no time to wail about a (not so) small bruise, he has more important things he's supposed to take care of.

Josh sighs, his digits threading through the unruly curls for the hundredth time that morning. He figures he should at least try to look nice even though he's not the one who pays attention to the latest fashion. The curly haired boy's eyes scan over the small makeup bag in the corner of his closet. He hasn't opened that in months. The boy wonders if the makeup has expired yet. He really doesn't feel like repurchasing anything
He opens the bag for a brief second to take a look at his makeup. It was barely used and fairly new, Josh imagines the makeup was still fine.  

The curly haired boy closes the shutters on his closet, empty-handed as to what he could wear tonight. He glances at the digital clock beside his bed, the numbers writing out 10 am. Josh has a few hours before work, so he figures he could quickly run to the store.

The boy grabs his phone and calls his best friend, knowing he'd much rather have company than go alone. He also requires emotional support since his anxiety goes through the roof sometimes.

"Hello?" Josh hears through his phone as the timid beeping stops.

"Hey, are you busy?" He questions as he pulls his shoes on, wanting to hurry to the store.

"Not really, Wh-" Dallon replies, checking the time.

"I want to go to the store." Josh cuts him off.

"You want me to go with you?" Dallon raises his eyebrow, forgetting Josh can't see him.

"Why else would I have called you?" The boy chuckles as if it was super obvious. He nearly trips and slams his body against the doorknob again as he struggles to get his shoes on. Most people would untie them but he didn't feel like it so he continued to try and shove his foot in with vigour.