CRANE, joshua nathan

[josh]

joshua nathan crane.
twenty-three ,, las vegas nevada ,, techie for bite me ,, homosexual ,, difficult ,, alessandro demarco
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"Well, my name’s Joshua, Josh for short, and the first thing you should know about me is that I don’t talk about myself all that much. I just don’t like doing it, simple as that. If you’re going to pry though, I should also let you know that I’m as uninteresting as the next person, though I’m probably a little more snide, sarcastic, and detached. I’ve got nothing to hide and I don’t pretend to be something I’m not. Yeah, I’ve got problems, but who doesn’t? I guess we’ll start with formalities. I was born twenty-three years ago on July nineteenth and lived in Vegas my entire life. My dad’s a big shot lawyer and my mom was a high school teacher up until a few years ago.

See, for as long as I can remember, Ma’s had a bottle in her hand. She’s an alcoholic and yeah, maybe I resent her for it, but she raised me almost all by herself and I love her more than you’d know. I don’t blame her issues on her. My dad was never around and she raised me and my kid sister Delilah while working and keeping up a failing marriage, just so her kids would turn out normal. Whatever people consider normal these days. Dad always wanted me to follow in his footsteps and go to law school and waste my life in a room full of robotic nobodies, but I knew that was never going to be me. I hated school; thought it was an institutionalized hell on Earth and I nearly flunked out, but I knew that would make Ma cry, so I dealt and I graduated high school. When I told Dad I wasn’t going to college, he kicked me out on my ass, and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I lived out of my car and cheap motel rooms and made some friends who really knew shit. That’s how I got involved with the band. Now I live out of a bus and fancy hotel rooms. It’s a fair change. When I go back home, the family’s pretty thrilled to have me around and dad’s lightened up a bit, so I guess shit is good. Ma’s still a boozer though. Whatever.

I guess I’m a pretty complicated person. I’m not very warm towards new people, mostly because in ym experience, people are backstabbers and fakes. If I’m having a bad day, you will definitely want to avoid me, because apparently, I tend to take out my mood on whoever is standing next to me. I’m an ass and I have no problem mocking the people I do not like. I guess you could call me hypocritical to some extent, because I expect people to be nice to me without paying back that behaviour. I’ve got a rather snarky sense of humour and if my words hurt, well that's just too damn bad. You should grow some thicker skin.

Now, for the real personal crap. Behind this cold exterior, I’m pretty much someone who craves attention and loves to be loved. I have a hard time expressing my feelings, especially to the people I really cares about. Believe it or not, I’m a fucking awesome listener and I give great advice. I can read people like an open book and I’m always aware of what is going on around me. I’m a smart kid, but I can be pretty lazy. I actually do enjoy laughing, insert your gasps here, and if you can make me feel genuinely loved and happy, I will stick by your side. Just a fair, warning - it's not always easy to tell if I like you ."



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anThursday night. Nine o’clock in the evening. An empty bottle of Jack. And clothes littered all across the floor. That was the scene in the living room of the apartment shared between Adam Mercer and his best friend Edward Roberts. Now, as much as the girls living across the hall would have loved it, the clothes that decorated the hardwood floor were not those of the two males. Adam’s were there, yes. But the other set was distinctly female; low rise jeans, crop top, and lacy pink lingerie. The only thing missing were the bodies. But, if one stopped to listen to the noises coming from the bedroom, that was a problem easily solved. There was a miscellaneous banging noise that sounded oddly like a headboard being pushed against a wall, though within the walls of this particular apartment one could never be too sure.

Adam was alone that night. Well, that was a lie. His roommate was out – visiting home. So he had the place all to himself. And, of course, the gorgeous Italian girl he was currently sharing his bed with. Round one had been nice and round two was pretty hot and heavy, despite the copious amounts of liquor coursing through their systems. That Jack was not the only bottle emptied that night. Half a dozen dry beer bottles were stowed under the kitchen sink – Adam’s attempt to be courteous and clean. Plus, there was always the fact that he never took his sex into Ed’s room. What more could you ask of a guy?

Now, this was all fine and dandy. In fact, Adam was rather enjoying himself. He had pocketed another V-card that evening, making him quite proud. For a virgin, this girl had been a pretty good ride. Nothing could spoil his mood as they went through all the motions of a night together, currently curled up against each other, sweaty skin seeming to negate the rules of friction. Normally, Adam was a dine and dash kind of guy, if you would forgive the euphemism. But he really had nowhere to be and he expected Ed to be rather late, no doubt spending time with Anita. And besides, it wasn’t as if Ed wasn’t used to girls coming and going at unholy hours. Therefore, he would amuse this petite little thing for a bit and then say sayonara for good. Wait, no. The Italians said ciao.

The smirk that had formed inside his head turned to a grimace as the phone on the night stand began to ring, that shrill sound drilling into his already sore head. Making a move to reach for it, Adam felt nails digging into his arm and a thickly accented voice telling him to let it go to the machine. Oh right. Why didn’t he think of that? Maybe he was more gone than he thought. A satisfied smile on his face, Adam sunk back into his pillow, drawing circles on the girl’s bare stomach as he vaguely registered the sounds going on in the room, namely the beep to signal the start of a message and the voice of his roommate sounding very upset. “Adam. It’s Ed. I’m coming home a little early. You better have fucking clothes on, you pig.” Even through the snide remark and the buzzing in his brain, Adam could make out the unhappy undertones in Ed’s voice. It’s what you got for knowing someone since forever. A groan escaped his lips, causing Miss Italy to look up at him confused. Snuggling was going to have to be cut short, but he didn’t particularly care.

“Time to go,” Adam muttered, sitting up suddenly and trying to control the spinning in his head. He got shamelessly out of bed and sauntered over to the doorway to retrieve his boxers before turning to look back at the girl, who had still not moved from her spot on the bed. “Well, come on,” he raised an eyebrow at her,“I haven’t got all night.” Maybe it was insensitive, but Adam had his bouts of being immune to humanity.

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