Out of my Mind || Joshler [Completed]

2 *Josh's POV*

I locked the door of the music store behind me and stuffed the keys into my pocket. I felt a sudden chill from the light rain and pulled the sleeves of my sweater over my hands. I suddenly craved a hot drink and began to walk until I found a place that sold such an item.

I already knew nothing would be open in the direction towards my apartment so I decided to venture the opposite way. The rain was seeping through my SnapBack and my red hair was beginning to slick itself to my head by the time I found a cozy looking coffee shop. I ducked inside and my head was immediately filled with a beautiful voice.

I looked over to see a subtly handsome man sitting on a stool singing I'm Yours and strumming a ukulele happily. I watched as his effortless voice left his lips and his hands moved across the instrument as if it were all he knew.

I got in line to order my coffee, only removing my eyes from the performer to pay. They called my name when it was ready and I thanked them mindlessly. The man's voice danced through the air as if it were the fumes of the coffee I was holding.

He finished the tune and I frowned when he said that had been his last song of the night. I sighed and placed a $10 bill into the case before turning to leave the shop. I hummed the catchy song as I strolled down the slick street. His voice was intoxicating and I knew I couldn't let my first time hearing it be my last.

I turned the key to my apartment and pushed open the door. I was greeted by my roommate, Brendon, glaring at me.

"Dude, what took you so long?" I laughed slightly at his concern.

"I stopped to get some coffee after work. It was chilly out."

"Come on dude. 'Getting coffee' doesn't take an hour. Were you distracted by some guy?" I told Brendon I was gay after a year of being roommates. Thankfully, he said that it didn't matter. Brendon wasn't exactly my type, anyway.

"A bit of both?" I said, guiltily. Brendon just shook his head and laughed before walking into his bedroom. I slid my damp sweater off as I walked into the bathroom. I turned the water up to a relatively hot temperature and stripped down. I admired my tattoos in the mirror before stepping into the hot shower. As the beads of water hit my skin, I found myself humming that tune once again.