careless // joshler

7½; josh

joshua. joshua. j-o-s-h-u-a. joooossshhuuuaaa. j. o. s. h. u. a.

usually josh hated his name, but when bench boy had said it, it had somehow changed josh's opinion.

well, not exactly. his friends would still have to call him josh, but bench boy was a whole different story.

josh was just slightly sad that he still didn't know the boy's name, even though the guy had literally broken to his property and all kinds of other things.

josh couldn't stop thinking of the boy. did he really think it was cute when josh called him bench boy, or was he being sarcastic? did he really care about what josh's name was, or was he just being nice?

although, when josh thought, bench boy just suddenly being nice to a random guy that's been stalking him would be extremely odd, so he was going with the answer that the guy actually cared.

and that thought made josh's heart swell. he wasn't sure of with what, but it was definitely something. something really nice and fuzzy, something he'd want to cuddle up into and never let go. something he only felt when he thought of the brown-haired, brown-eyed boy that spends a whole lot of time sitting on a bench looking like he'll kill anyone who comes too close.

which led josh to think if that meant he hadn't been too close. but what did that mean? that sitting on the boy's lap was fine?

no, no. josh did not want to think of that.

josh moved his hands to his cheeks and felt how hot they were. he walked to his bathroom and looked in the mirror, his hands still holding on to his cheeks. he kept staring at himself in the mirror.

he didn't like how he looked. his eyes were too squinty, his cheeks too big and eyebrows awful. his hair was messy and in kind of a bad shape. there was a hole underneath his lip from when brendon had dared him and ryan to get lip piercings for a month's worth of taco bell in exchange. and since josh loved taco bell, and was broke most of the time, he had accepted the dare. needless to say, looking at his lip now it seemed like a ridiculous idea, but the taco bell had definitely been worth it.

realizing how side-tracked he had gotten, josh turned the faucet on and splashed some cold water onto his face, then grabbed his towel and half-heartedly patted the water off his face.

after getting his flustering to go away, he walked back into his bedroom and fell onto his bed. he heard his phone ding, signalling a text message. he reached for the gadget that was placed on top of his nightstand, stretching his arm as long as possible, not wanting to get up.

after some twenty one seconds of struggling, he finally managed to reach the phone and grabbed it, rolling onto his back and unlocking the phone. he viewed his notifications and saw an unknown number had sent him a message.

unknown; soortyy

josh was confused. who was this, how had they gotten his number, and were they drunk or something? he debated on whether or not he should reply something, when another message was delivered.

unknown; iam sso stupif

josh; i'm sorry, who is this and how did you get my number?

josh sighed, running his hand through his hair. he really just answered to an unknown number. what if they were now able to access every single bit of information on josh's phone? what if it was some crazy serial killer? what if they wanted his bank account information? what would he do then? he doesn't have a bank account, he can-

unknown; thatgb doesmt matter

josh; if you're not telling me could you please stop bothering me?

clearly you're drunk.

unknown; is tgis joshua

josh; um, yes, this is josh?

unknown; this s tyelr

josh; sorry, i do not know a 'tyelr'

unknown; i mesn tyler

t y l e rr

josh; i still do not know you

unknown; youre makinf me sad joshua

after that josh decided he wouldn't reply, and the person, tyler, stopped sending messages, probably when they realized josh wasn't there to keep him company anymore.

"all kinds of lunatics, i guess."