Intoxicated

This is not about you

I am strong and beautiful, talented and hardworking, deeply in love and just so self aligned but that's not me I am as conflicted as bomb in Vietnam.  I am not sure how I feel about that but this isn't really my story right now.  I am just a mere waitress ha. 

Its about that guy over there.  Sitting so  casually next to what I wish I was.  God that ass.

He was young and he had the patchiest beard to ever be seen. Joshua Moores with his average build and thick thunder thighs, his dark chocolate appearance really appealed to the coco lovers. The waves he carries on his head could wash any girl ashore.

Is Josh a thot or just one lucky guy; Is he the one slaying all the girls or is he just a pawn in a real players game of innocence?

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It was a Friday night, about 9 O' clock when Josh decided to call Anna after being beaten by his thoughts. His lost eyes and angered soul just felt like collapsing. Looking at himself in the mirror he inhaled and practiced his smile. A fake smile that he can show to Anna. The love of his life, To the girl that slowed the beating of his heart.

Dialing her number he hesistated before sending through the call.

"Hello" she said.

"Hey, its Josh, can you meet me?" 

"Now?"

"Yea"

"Why?" 

"Just wanna chill"

"With me?" 

"Yea"

"Where then?

"At Misha's"

"Thats a good distance from where I am." she sighed. "Alright see you soon." she said and ended the call.

His room smelt like burning vodka from drinking from his black bedazzled flask. "God am I an alcoholic to actually start drinking from noon?" he said as he wiped his face. He took out his phone and Dialed Andy.

After three rings Andy picked up sounding a bit tipsy himself.

"Are you sober Andy?"

"I sort of am" Andy said as he cleared his voice.

"Can you come and pick me up to take me to a bar to meet Anna?" Josh said as he watched the world swayed back and forth, spinning round and round his thoughts made him feel nauseated. He held his stomach as he screwed his face to swallow the vomit racing up to his mouth.

Making a putrid sound over the phone Andy laughed.

"Yea, I'll come for you. Give me 15 minutes." He said then left the call.

The trauma, the memory of Stella lingered on his mind, she was annoying, but he knew her, and she played apart in his life. She made him happy even though he felt like head butting her every time he saw her, but she's gone. No more of anything.

Josh brushed on his grey slacks and plain white T-shirt; his beard still unconnected like his social life. He sighed as he saw how handsome and conflicted, he is.

The honking of a horn got his attention, so he dropped his phone on his bed and walked over to the window and confirmed it was Andy in his Red Sports Mazda.

Josh walked over to his mirror one more time and inhaled. Grabbed his phone and rushed out to the car.

"Man, why are you going to see her? You tryna beat and retreat?" Andy said as he accelerated.

"I am trying to figure out my life and turns out she plays a big part in it."

"Why do you have to make everything deep?" Andy asked.