[ WP ] Three friends . Four AM . No dialogue

Josh sat motionless. The hall ’ s carpeted rug provided a comfortable enough seat. Or he did not care enough to move. Which one it was, nobody could say. His legs were bent, bringing his knees towards his chest, while his lower back rested against the wall. The resulting strain pulled his jeans up, exposing his ankles and white socks. If you had just walked up you might ’ ve sworn that Josh was about to drop a beer on to the rug. Somehow the friction of Josh ’ s barely closed hand kept the drink from diving to the ground to spill its sticky contents on to the rug. It was not a beer however. The contents of the bottle were of a more innocent nature. The root beer bottle was nearly empty and only the tiniest of sips remained. His left elbow rested on his knee, with his hand supporting his head. It looked like Josh had been in nearly the same position for hours. It had, in fact, been approximately four hours. On the opposite side of the narrow hall sat Monty. Monty sat in a similar position, though he did not have a drink. 
 Both of his elbows rested on his knees, pulling them slightly apart. He blankly stared at the wall that Josh was leaning against, lost in thought. Had he not been shirtless, in gym shorts, un-shaven, and needing a haircut he might have looked like a youth-full prophet. Farther down the wall sat Garret. He sat on the same side as Josh. His back was flat against the wall, with his legs outstretched. Garret was shorter than the other two, so his feet fit flat against the wall. He stared down towards the floor, with the same blank expression as the other two. No one could have guessed what the three were thinking of. They had been sitting in the silence for the last thirty minutes or so. 
 No one wanted to speak. It was peaceful and delicate. So delicate, that the opening of the door next to Garret was enough to break it. The door that opened was to Neal ’ s dorm. He came out in his boxers, squinting at the sudden brightness. Neal glanced down at the trio, and the trio stared back. The awkward boy did his best to close the door quietly and shuffled down the hallway, presumably towards the bathroom. The stillness had been shattered. Monty reached into his baggy shorts and pulled out his phone, checking the time. Monty ignored the forgotten text message he had gotten from his girlfriend hours ago. He turned the phone around to show the other two. 4:03. They all had classes in the morning and each knew they should ’ ve gone to bed hours ago. 
 Josh was the next to break the stillness. Using the wall as his support he slowly got up. He looked down at the other two for a brief moment, making eye contact with both. They all understood. Josh slowly turned around and walked away from them. He stumbled ever so slightly, whether from exhaustion or standing up after sitting down for so long. He made it to the end of the hall and pushed the door open, disappearing out of sight into the dark room. Monty and Garret only looked at each other for a split second before following suit. Monty got up quickly and helped Garret up. They quietly walked down the hall, in the opposite direction of Josh. Garret reached his room first and Monty passed him. Each went into their respective rooms. Garret knew he had to be up in three hours. He didn ’ t care. It had been a good night. 

