Everyone was asleep except for Josh. Lately it had become increasingly difficult for him to get any more than an hours rest a night. Many nights he went without sleep altogether, which was beginning to place quite the strain on his body.
Chris had pointed out many times that Josh was recently looking like shit. He always said it with a laugh in his voice, but Josh could tell that his best friend was extremely worried about him. Sam too had stated that he always looked tired, and was constantly checking in on him to see how he was doing.
He wouldn't lie, he did appreciate their concern but at the same time it slightly bothered him. He couldn't place why that was for it wasn't an annoyance, but something in the back of his mind hurt each time that Chris or Sam felt the need to check in on him.
It wasn't expected that he'd be able to remain even slightly composed after the deaths of his sisters. Part of him wished that he could have been, but part of him was glad for the emotional outbursts. Made him feel alive in a weird way. His parents on the other hand became almost robotic in nature, constantly staying away from anything that reminded them of their girls.
Josh couldn't blame them for not wanting to be reminded again and again of how their precious children were ripped from them far too soon. He did however blame them for their complete ignorance of anything to do with him. He was scared, hurting and in desperate need of help but his parents ignored him and stayed as far away as possible.
Perhaps they blamed him for their deaths. That seemed more than likely to Josh, especially given their cold behaviour towards him. It's not as though he could be mad at them for that, he blamed himself also. Josh was supposed to watch over them while they were at the cabin but instead he and Chris had spent the night drinking, and he drank enough to pass out. Didn't even wake till Sam had dumped water onto his head.
The more he thought about them, the more he realised how much he needed Chris and Sam in his life. They were his life line. Somehow they made things seem a little less meaningless.
Understandably Chris and Sam spent more and more nights over at the Washington's in order to be with Josh, his parents on the other hand spent less and less time in their own home. Tonight was no different. Josh couldn't help but smile as he felt both Sam and Chris snuggle closer to him on the couch. Sam had fallen asleep early on during the movie while Chris had just recently closed his eyes. Josh had wrapped his arms around Sam long before she fell asleep and had cuddled close into Chris who was resting his arms around the two of them.
A warm feeling washed over him as his eyes tried to focus back on the screen before him. The relationship that they all had was difficult for Josh to define. Chris and Josh had been close since they were young, and because of Sam's relationship with his sisters he and Chris quickly became close to her as well. Yet he knew they were more than friends. More than friends, and yet less than lovers.
They were the definition of a grey area. Some times Josh was overly anxious by the fact that the three of them had no proper word to describe them, or at least not one that he felt suited them. Most times he didn't care and was simply happy that they were together. Like now, in this moment he was just glad to have them both here with him.