Odds in Our Favor: A Joshifer Fanfic

Chapter 25

[Song: I Will Wait - Mumford and Sons]

Jen's POV:

I wake up and look out the window. A shadowy overcast covers the normal blue sky with grey clouds. Still lying down, I notice I'm laying on Josh's chest. His bare chest. Wait. That's not right. Josh always sleeps with a shirt on... Oh. Right.

It comes back to me in a flash. All I'm going to say is that we continued that kiss alright. Far past a damn kiss. A smirk flashes on my face. I look down and am relieved to find that I'm not ENTIRELY bare, I still got my underwear on. Thank God!

I'm taken out of my thoughts when I hear my phone buzz. It's a text from Francis, with a picture attached to it.

"You guys look like a little family. It's really cute."

He's attached a picture of little Bear holding onto my hand, and Josh holding my other hand as we're walking out to our cars before the meadow scene yesterday. Apparently Francis had been walking behind us, because the picture is from behind. I smile at my phone. I guess we do look like a family. Josh's hair is blonde for his role as Peeta, and Bear's hair is naturally blonde, so I can see where Francis got that. The cutest part of the picture is Bear looks like he's mid-jump, so you can see his little shoes with the Cars characters on it, and his other free arm is up a little. Josh is wearing his signature black leather jacket, which goes quite well with the blonde hair. I've got a sweater on, my Katniss wig still on my head.

Still grinning at my phone, I text Francis back.

You should be a photographer. :)

I can see he's typing before he responds, Well as you know, I'm a director, so its basically the same thing.

I come up with a snark response, remembering the poor camera angles of the first HG movie.

Jen: I thought that's what happened to the first H-Games movie. Gary thought he was a camera guy and a director at the same time.

Francis: lol. Jen, don't criticize Gary. He's a good guy.

Jen: ik ik, just saying

I decide to screenshot the picture to save it in my camera roll so I'll always have it.  As I lock my phone, I hear Josh stirr. He whispers in his groggy voice, "Morning, Jenny." I tilt my head up to look at him and whisper "Hi, Joshy." He looks down and looks back up to where he was looking before. "Jen, would you mind telling me where my shirt has gone?" He pauses. "...and my pants?" I laugh. "Probably on the floor somewhere." He laughs.

I unlock my phone. "Wanna see what Franco sent me?" He nods. I show him the picture of him, Bear and I. He chuckles. "Cute. Really cute." He pauses again. "What did he say with the picture? Anything?" I show him Francis' first message. "A little family, huh?" He kisses my head. I smile. "By the way, good comeback with the comment about Gary." I laugh. "Thanks." I say.

I lift up my head, and prop myself up on my elbow to look at Josh. He smiles at me, one hand supporting his head, and whispers "What even happened last night? We weren't drunk, were we?" I give him a look. "Joshy, we didn't even drink. What makes you say that?" He groans. "I've got this pounding headache. It's like the feeling of Woody pounding on my trailer door and telling me to stop worrying about my blondeness and 'hurry the fuck up.' " I laugh when I remember that one day when Josh was having a bad hair day and Woody had yelled that super loud outside his trailer. "Aww, Joshy. Want Jen to kiss it to make it feel better?" He laughs. I kiss his forehead anyway. "Wait Jen... We umm... screwed last night. Real or not real?" I give him a little chuckle. He grins. "Not real, Joshy. Don't worry. Besides, if we did, I would be completely bare." I point out. He nods. "True. I...I bet I would be too...." He smiles shyly, and his cheeks turn pink a little.

"You're so cute, Hutcherson. Even when both of us are mostly naked, you refuse to use the term 'we fucked'." I tell him. He laughs. "I'm trying to be more classy." He slowly gets up out of the covering shroud of the bed sheets and searches for his clothes. I find myself subconsciously whistling when I look at his chest. He turns around with a grin. "Like what you see, Lawrence?" He asks. I say nothing, but smirk. He raises an eyebrow, and laughs. "Well, Hutcherson, do you like what you see?" I ask him. He turns back around at me and licks his lips. "Yes." I laugh.

Josh eventually finds his shirt on the floor near one of the corners of the bed, and instead of immediately putting it on, he rolls it in a ball in his hands and tosses it around in the air. I give him a look. He laughs and tosses his shirt at my face, and for a moment I'm blinded with the smell of Josh everywhere, but then the shirt falls in my lap. A moment later I feel another shirt fly towards my face. When it falls on my lap, I notice it's mine. I pull the shirt over my head and smooth it out, tossing Joshy his shirt in the process. After we both find our pants that had been thrown across the room the night before, we walk downstairs hand in hand to breakfast.