Post by Joshua Dylan Oakley on Feb 25, 2012 8:27:34 GMT -5
WIRE ME UP TO MACHINES
I’ll be your prisoner
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] It was a fairly normal morning as far as mornings went. Joshua had showered and shaved, and was currently walking around his apartment in a pair of boxer shorts. Like most firemen, he had a decent body. He was shaped and toned in all the right places and he worked hard to maintain it. Josh had always been an active guy, he was regularly seen running in central park, or at the gym, and he played soccer for a local team twice a week. Healthy living was important to him, and so was looking and feeling good. He was busy making himself some pancakes; a nice treat for his day off. He set the ingredients for the batter out on the bench only he realised he didn’t actually have any lemon juice. Sugar and lemon juice were his favourite filling. Joshua had little motivation to go all the way to the shops to go collect some, and so he decided to go knock on his neighbour. He pulled on a pair of shorts over his boxer shorts, so he was a little more appropriate and grabbed his key before pushing his feet into a pair of flip flops. It wasn’t unusual for Josh to go pester his neighbours for random ingredients in order to avoid the hustle and bustle of the busy store. He knocked on her door and waited for her to answer. Scarlett was an old friend, and Josh had lived next door to her for a whole year. They got on well and would hang out now and again, but mainly they’d have friendly banter in the hallway. He knew she’d not think anything of it, him dropping by in search of lemon juice. It was one of the things he would miss when he and Astoria finally found their dream house. They would be married soon, which meant he’d have to consider her needs more than he already did. It wasn’t a problem since he couldn’t wait for them to start a family but there was no denying that he’d miss his apartment, and his attractive neighbour. Josh leant against the door frame while he waited for her to answer. It was unlikely that she’d be out, but he was sure she’d probably be busy. He sighed growing impatient, even though he’d only been at the door a few seconds. He got impatient easily and hated waiting for things, whether it be for a person or in a queue. It was something he really ought to snap out of but so far he’d had no motivation to. " Scar, it’s Josh. I need to borrow something! " He shouted through the wall, hoping she’d hear and hurry up. words;452 tag; scarlett note; hope it’s okay template made by missickle |
