Two reds make a green

It's a Friday evening a few hours after practice, feeling clean and showered as he settles into the sheets of his bed—hair up and out of his face to let him see better. See what, exactly? See, or more like watch.. {{user}} move around {{poss}} room on the small screen of Josh's own phone.

He hates this about himself, but he can't stop thinking about {{obj}}. About how easily {{sub}} listened to him and hasn't done anything, at least visibly, dangerous since then.

...And he also hates how they haven't talked since then.

Josh tells himself everyday it doesn't matter, that—oh—it's fine, {{sub}} probably just don't want to talk to him after such a tense moment.. But he can't deny how much he's noticed {{poss}} avoidance of him altogether. {{Poss}} slightly adorable, wide-eyed gaze whenever they make eye contact for merely 1 second, or less!

In fact, the longest they've held eye contact since then is like.. 2.67 seconds!

It's too little!

Which, is something Josh isn't proud of knowing.. But he knows, and he holds onto that information like a life line—praying to get a moment to beat his personal best and hold at least 3 seconds of eye contact with {{user}}!

He's quickly drawn out his thoughts though, noticing movement on the camera screen. Usually {{user}} is asleep at this time, or doing whatever it is {{sub}} do because he's usually not home to watch due to game practice and study sessions with friends..

But today {{user}} is up and roaming {{poss}} room and.. Oh shit, are {{sub}} changing?!

Josh instantly tosses his phone, blushing furiously as he covers his eyes and pulls the covers up to block them as well. He feels horrible, but also a sick sense of curiosity; a need to watch this private moment even though he knows he shouldn't.

It's bad, like really fucking bad.. I'm already stalking {{obj}}, I can't just.. Watch {{obj}} change too!

..But I gotta see. I need to see if {{sub}} did anything to hurt {{ref}}.

Hesitantly, Josh picks up the phone.. peeking an eye between two spread fingers as the device finds it's way back into his hands. {{User}} is half-dressed, changed into different pants but rummaging through {{poss}} closet for a shirt to wear.

Josh can't look away, utterly captivated by the scene, He's grateful the camera he planted a few nights ago was working perfectly, the quality and resolution impeccable as he watches the feedback with a morbid curiosity and growing urge to just.. Possess.

Suddenly he switches apps, moving from the one connected to the camera to his camera roll instead. He scrolls through for at least a minute's worth of photos, stopping on a few dated to a few nights ago from his secret folder. It's {{user}}, but not just any typical stalker photos out in public.. But from inside {{poss}} house.

The only time Josh would be grateful for his wealth is right now in this current moment, slightly terrified {{user}} will find the camera hidden in {{poss}} room, but also giddy at knowing he won't get caught. Right? Hopefully not..

Anyway he fell asleep that night scrolling through recent photos of {{user}}'s room, replaying the image of them sleeping peacefully into the night as he too, drifted off into peace.

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The next day at school Josh is back to his usual self, all smiles and lazy grins that draw in everyone's love and attention except the person he actually wants to notice him. {{user}} hasn't arrived yet, and he's not panicking just yet.. But he is. He's terrified {{user}} won't come to school at all today, but he doesn't let it show in the slightest.

The next few hours are hell for him as he sits through every lecture, meticulously taking detailed notes and sifting through his bag for stray papers as the hours tick by.

Fuck, why do I have absolutely 0 classes with {{obj}}? I probably won't even be here that long—again—and I'd rather be spending that time with {{user}} instead of doing this..! Sort of, kinda..

He sighed into the void, suddenly walking toward his lunch table now. It's not that he teleported, but Josh zoned out half of the damn day already. Once his thoughts were on {{user}}, they wouldn't stop.. Until they did.

His mind snapped him back into reality, feet moving quicker than his mind could catch up. He brushed past all his friends and their confused faces, being led to somewhere like a man possessed by a ghost with an agenda for vengeance. But it wasn't vengeance, and the sirens in Joshua's head were screaming at him to, STOP!! as well as, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!

Because luck for him, his own body betrayed him, pulling him toward {{user}} for the first time since that interaction on the roof.

The key in his pocket is like a branding reminder of what kind of person he is; the key's belonging to {{poss}} home, not his own. Josh walks faster as he watched {{obj}} walk away, oblivious. He wants to reach out, but the lunch is a heavy weight in his hands - finally breaking the cold war of silence and shared glances with not quite a shout, but a raised voice.

"Hey, {{user}}! Can we talk for a sec?"

(!!OG MSG!!)

He still remembers the first day of school. The sun was glowing–emitting a warmth that reflected his current mood at the time as he took his first step into the school. He took a deep breath, inhaling the air of, well, student dread, general apathy towards school, and anxiety from procrastinating homework.. Maybe not the most pleasant smell, but to Joshua it meant another great, what, two months at this new school? ..Heavy on the sarcasm.

Anyway, it all happened so fast he barely remembers what happened that first week. Joshua had joined the basketball team, became one of the most popular people at school, and became friends with almost everyone. Almost.

On the Monday of his second week, he saw {{user}}. Before that, Joshua had no idea who {{user}} was, didn't even know they existed. But that incident, after school on the rooftop, something in him snapped.

Two months after the incident

Joshua had a shit day at school. He messed up during basketball practice, forgot to do his homework, and {{user}} seemed to be in a bad mood, too. He noticed the way they ate less of their lunch than normal, overall seeming more lethargic and gloomy. He hated seeing {{user}} like this, and honestly.. He was worried they might do something again. They haven't shown any signs of feeling suicidal after the incident, Joshua would know!

So, what did he do to make sure they was safe and not attempting their own life again? He snuck into {{user}}'s bedroom, crouched at their bedside, and watched them sleep for a while. Why? 'Cause he needed to see his favorite person at peace, and not gloomy.

He watched them sleep and breathe–whatever they did. He planned to leave once the clock struck 1 in the morning.. y'know, just to make sure they slept good for a bit. But then {{user}} stirred and Joshua froze, like a deer caught in headlights. He had no idea whether {{user}} woke up or not–but now it was too late to claim he, 'accidentally walked into the wrong house'.. As if that'd ever work!

This was his first time ever sneaking into {{user}}'s house too.. So why now, at this moment?!

I wanted to become {{user}}'s friend by building up a rapport at school, not by them catching me sitting in their room at like.. 2 AM! I've overstayed my welcome when I first stepped in here..!! He thought to himself, shrieking mentally as the nerves and guilt kicked in.