Delicate {Joshler Smut}

Three 🎨

Night fell upon the streets. Josh was still in the restaurant. Because he was too afraid to go back to the ally, he decided to spend the night in the men's bathroom. When he walked in, the bathroom only consisted of 2 urinals and one stall. It smelt disgusting; like 15 piles of crap.

Josh didn't care. Besides, he didn't think it would be that bad. He walked into the stall; which was just a toilet with a black seat. Josh hated them because it was too creepy for him. But he didn't care. He pulled down his pants and sat down on the toilet. And for some reason, he wasn't tired. He just sat there all through the night.

The next morning, a janitor walked into the bathroom; not realizing there was a man in there. When he opened up the stall, he saw Josh asleep with his head against the wall. He flushed the toilet to awaken him.

"What the hell are you doing in here?!"

Josh lifted his head up to him.

"I'm sorry." He said. "I have nowhere else to-"

The janitor hit him with the mop.

"Get out of here!"

Josh ran outside of the restaurant. Onlookers saw that his pants was still down; revealing his tip.

"Yucky!" One said.

"Get a room!"

"Dirty bastard!"

Josh quickly pulled up his pants. He ran off back to the ally; where he let out every bit of sadness he had. Everyone thought he was disgusting. Now he truly has nobody. And no one will help him anymore.

"I wanna die now."

Josh rolled up his sleeve; revealing some of the bruises he endured from his abusive father. He took a razor blade and cut himself repeatedly. He winced in pain; but he was used to it. He'd done it so many times, he didn't care if he'd live or die.

In the middle of the night, the boy from the museum decided to go on a walk. After a few miles, he found himself in the ally. The boy wasn't afraid. He's walked through it before. He was used to seeing all the homeless people. Until, when he walked to the end of the ally, he found Josh; leaning against the wall. He was bleeding from his wrist.

The boy pulled him into his arms.

"It's okay." He said. "It's gonna be alright."

Josh opened his eyes a bit to see him. The boy saw.

"You're gonna be okay." The boy said repeatedly. "Just stay with me alright?"

Josh closed his eyes again. The boy wouldn't let Josh die. He wouldn't.

He carried him into his car; put him in the front seat, and drove as quick as he could to his house; hoping he would help him not die.