Drabble for Boyband 100 (rps warning)

[turps]

Water ran down his face as Joey slowly walked home. His feet were wet, shoes and socks soaked, squelching with each step. His shirt clung to him, fabric clammy and cold, and Joey shivered, wrapping his arms around himself in a parody of a hug. Approaching the hotel he longed for the privacy of his room, a hot shower and to try and delete the memory of Chris with his date. As wishes went it was a small one, but one he had no chance of obtaining. Chris had occupied his mind for the last year, that wouldn’t change tonight.