Ephemeral (joshler)

20

finally, at exactly 5:00 pm, i answer josh's texts. but instead of answering my text with a text of his own, my phone starts vibrating, illuminating with josh's caller id.

i pick up.

"you wanna get ice cream? ice cream always makes things better," is the first thing josh says before i can even get a hello past my lips.

"how do you," i pause, frowning a bit, before continuing, "how do you know today hasn't been good?"

"just the way you typed."

"oh."

"i know things ty guy. which means you owe me another soda."

"oh."