Love from the streets (A Josh Hutcherson FanFic)

Chapter 12

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Chapter Twelve

Josh makes us some hamburgers, which aren’t too bad. I go up to my room right after dinner, and stare out at the rain. Droplets of rain land on the window rapidly and I watch two of them race down. I suddenly feel really – I don’t know – depressed.

                Josh knocks, and comes in the room. He comes over to the window with me, and looks at me a little. “What’s wrong?” Josh asks.

                I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know. It’s just… I hate it when you’re just… so happy and then suddenly depression comes over you and it’s just… there’s no warning or reason. You’re just depressed.”

                “Is that what you feel now?”

                “Yes.”

                Josh kisses my cheek. “Well you don’t need to worry about anything, Cory. No matter what, I love you. Even in some random circumstance, if I say that I hate you, I love you.”

                My lips curve up slightly for a second. But only for a second. “I know,” I say. “Same for me. But I guess maybe I just don’t know a lot of things that involve everyday life for people who aren’t worried that they’ll eat in an hour or not or something. Or maybe just something not necessarily everyday but that has to do with keeping things sane.”

                “What do you mean?”

                “Like… What do I do not to make us… what are the words? Break up. What shouldn’t I do in the relationship. I don’t know that. And I need to I guess.”

                Josh chuckles a little. “There’s a lot of things. But to keep things short, don’t… well the main things are to not kiss anyone else like you’d kiss me, or go out with another person at the same time with me, or other things like that.”

                That’s a pretty wide variety of things, but I think I know what he means. “Oh okay. Helpful.”

                “Yeah. And it applies to me too. So it’s even.” Josh smiles, and I find myself smiling too. He wraps an arm around my waist, then the other one. I wrap my arms around his chest, and rest my head on his shoulder.

                Josh strokes my hair lightly, combing it. I see some of the blonde hairs fall in front of me. “Don’t cry,” Josh says. I didn’t even realize I wanted to cry until he said not to. “There’s no reason to.”

                I pull away from the hug and surprise even myself when I lean in to give Josh a kiss. When I pull back, I realize what I want to do. I say, “I love you. Remember that.”

                “I love you to. You remember that.”

                “I will,” I promise. Josh can’t know what I want to do. He can’t. I really don’t want to spend that last night of my life sleeping alone.

                “Tired?” he asks. I nod. “Wanna sleep?”

                “Not alone,” I say.

                Josh leaves to get into some pajamas and I get into mine. When Josh comes back, I’m already sitting in the bed. “Hey,” I say quietly.

                “Hey.” Josh walks over, and gets under the covers. I join him, and wrap my arms around him again, resting my head on his chest. Josh wraps his arms around me, and kisses my forehead. “Night,” he says.