Seventeen Joshua Novels & Stories

Andrea cracks a laugh, looking at Josh who is fuming in both anger and pain. As the needle stops its torture and free Josh of its clutches, Josh doesn't waste time to sit up and gives a contradictory statement, “He has a habit of speaking like an idiot from time to time. Of course, we would join you guys. It's not everyday I get to hang out with young kids.” “You are hardly three years older than me and no, you need to let it heal. Let's just go home.” Sebastian desperately tries to talk Josh out of it, giving his eyes signals but Josh is having none of it.

Joshua answered just one of his question but that's a lot of impact on Leo. "Seriously? Have you experienced s*x before? It's really great you know." He protrudes his lips. "The first time I experienced the pleasure of the flesh was when I was 13, it was so great. I mean it was the very best thing I ever felt in my whole life." He shared to JB who has his eyes a bit open to see him. "Does that connects with your addiction?" Joshua rose an eyebrow yet his posture didn't changed.

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M

Jameson's POV Joshua and I are both 19. But that little 11-year-old Omega worked his way into Joshua's heart. Even with the age difference, their best friends. I think it's mostly because even though Joshua's 19, he's still very childlike due to the way he was raised. Being born and raised in that makeshift cage and not allowed to talk. Not able to learn about anything outside of that cage. Like the simplest things. Things that we take for granted.

Joshua came to a halt and turned his head behind him, saying, “I will make your father crawl on the ground.” Carol wiped her tears while the pain was killing her. At that moment, everyone rushed to her to help her. As they got into the car, Joshua remarked, “You have no shortage of adversaries in your life.” To control his rage, Joshua remained silent until they were outside the shopping center. Joshua said, “Take it.” Pushing the bag into Julia’s grasp. “I said I don’t want anything,” Julia groaned angrily. “This isn’t for you,” Joshua replied as he started the car.

Joshua called his Mom, and she said it was not his dad. Joshua, now thirteen years old, is at a New Year's barbecue with his friends. It is dark; they are standing outside as there is this outbuilding; his friends call him over. It had a wooden floor with white walls; there were two sofas. Joshua and his friends sat opposite each other. His friend opened a wooden box, took out a small hollow metal pipe, he took out a small sachet with cocaine. He puts it out in rows on the table. “Woah, where did you get this?” says Joshua to German.

He was clearly forgetting about the fight from last night, but he had already apologized, so it was fine. “Yes, of course,” Josh replied, his voice shaking a bit. His sight simply couldn’t ignore the handsome Latino features of the guy standing next to him. “Okay, next question!” In a split second, Josh’s eyes left Tristan and spotted his father taking a phone call in the audience. The sight made his throat hitch up and his head throb with sharp pain. “Now answer!” Jam’s hand slammed on the button. Clink! “1777!” Jam yelled out, his hand clasped proudly on his chest.

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

Just when she heard these true words from him, she was inexplicably sad. "That is to say, you won't reunite with them?" Hazel went on to ask. "Well, no need," Joshua said faintly. "I will be twenty-six years old this year. I am no longer a child with delusions. What's more, whether we reunited or not, it would not change anything." Hazel whispered, "Are you still unable to forgive... that they abandon you? Do you hate them?" Joshua was now full of surprise. Why did Hazel keep asking these questions?

FLASHBACK JUNIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL (Third year of high school) “Joshua, did you hear that we got a new student?” asked Victor. Victor is Joshua’s best friend. “Oh, do we?” questioned Joshua. “Yes, I heard that she’s pretty smart, so she’s in a few class with us.” “Oh. That’s cool.” “I heard she’s cute too.” “Hmm.” “What? As handsome as you are, shouldn’t you be surrounding yourself with girls.”