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The bathroom seemed smaller now, much like how distorted he was seeing everything else. Maybe he was just tired; brain lag always seemed to kick his vision out of place.
Josh took another sip from the cup of tap water. Did all of this shit feeding into his cup have to look like rancid dust?
It had been fifteen minutes. Three more till he could wash his hair again and let the blue sit there, frizzy and wet. It looked pretty rad so far, but he knew that bolt of blue would soon fade; almost like society had a hate towards eye-blinding colours.
Josh kind of wished someone was doing it for him. Their hands running through his hair; god that feeling felt good. Josh wished it wasnt just himself to talk to constantly. He only had the boys in colledge: Pete,Patrick,Andy and Joe. Hey, they were funny and nice to hang with, give or take the exception of Pete's lip suction skills he had on Patrick and Andy's scary-deep scare, they actually kept him sane in the sense he wasn't losing all hope in humanity.
Two minutes left.
Then again, were they that great.Sheesh, when would he stop contradicting himself? After all, it would've been better if he was blatant with them, Tyler had always been better, even throughout the past year he would walk past him in the cosmetics store and not notice him. He probably did once; buying some shitty mens perfume or skittles (in the newly-stocked sweets section) for Hayley, knowing he could snack on them with her during a film night on global warming or something else which made him wander why in the hell he'd want to know crap like that.
One minute.
Josh picked up the shower head for the second time, feeling the silver rings twist around his wrist as he lent over the bath to rinse the extracts off. The dye pooled slowly under his head, trailing to the plug hole, a bright lake blue. His eyes closed for a second, he rarely got pampering time. Did Tyler do this? Had Tyler dyed his hair before? Josh painted an image in his head. Tyler with pink hair. Tyler painting his nails. Tyler in a hot tub - wait. No...way too suggestive!
What if he ever invited him round his. Josh would totally freak out. It would be like eating at Taco Bell where they offer no toppings. Exactly how he'd feel. What's the point when you can't bite into a meaty taco that is four times its normal size?
The blue soon dissapeared, and so his thoughts faded away. The steaming water no longer felt like a soft palm massaging his scalp but a harsh slap to the back of his neck; time to stop. He reached for the towel and moved along the hallway. His flat felt like a cage. It was so small for its price, he deserved better considering he owned a huge drumset that needed to be cared of instead of crowded in a small room where the plastering was cracking at all sides. It kind of fitted better though; a tall man-child living in a run down flat. It gave him a better aim when he was angry just to hit the wall straight instead of doing a leap of faith to get there, the eventuality being him attacking thin air.
Maybe if Tyler came here they could play hide-and-seek. He would never win, but maybe the other boy would have the instinct to just hide outside, get away from him as soon as possible. As far away as he could. If he started to like him properly it could hurt him. Josh wasn't wasn't exactly stable but did Tyler look all okay? Maybe they both had a tear in their heart.