million dollar high | joshler

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jenna, zoey, and kyle left me at the bar to dance with josh, and i was completely fine with it. i wanted nothing to do with it, and i didn't have the energy to dance.

i didn't have the energy to do a lot of things nowadays since i haven't been eating well, and i felt like i was becoming more depressive with each passing day.

my life is just a series of recurring events: photo shoots, parties, going to clubs, shopping, having sex.

"a gin and tonic, please." i told the bartender.

he nodded. "coming right up."

he passed the drink to me, and i downed it, feeling the sour taste slide down my tongue and throat.

"why are you drinking such a sad glass?" josh's annoyingly familiar voice asked, filling the seat next to me.

i fake smiled at him. "why are you sitting next to me?"

"to buy you something less shitty." he called over the bartender. "two tequilas."

he poured us two glasses and gave it to us.

"you know, joseph, you look pretty gay in cuffed jeans." josh said, looking at me up and down.

"because i am?" i furrowed my eyebrows and took a sip of the tequila.

"i know that. i was trying to say it makes you look even gayer. like those stereotypes."

"so? buying me a drink and announcing my sexuality as a stereotype? what are you trying to do? hook up with me? because that's not working."

"oh, shut the fuck up. like i'd ever sleep with you."

"who said anything about sleeping?"

josh's eyes widened as he finished his tequila and motioned for another round. he leaned in closer to me until i could feel his alcohol infected breath was against my neck.

"what the fuck? get away from me." i retorted, moving away from him.

he laughed and backed up. "you're no fun."

"and you're annoying."