Odds in Our Favor: A Joshifer Fanfic

Chapter 32

Jen’s POV:

The rain makes small tapping noises on my window. I sit on a perch inside the comfort of my own home, wrapped in a blanket and watch the raindrops trickle down the glass. I run my fingers through my slightly damp hair after being outside going from my car to the house. I had never seen Josh be this mad as himself before. I mean, there had been the moments where he had portrayed a wild Peeta, but both of us knew that was acting. This time, however, it was not.

For some odd reason, a verse in The Hanging Tree start running through my mind. I honestly have no idea why.

Are you, are you

Coming to the tree?

Where I told you to run

So we’d both be free

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be

If we met at midnight

In the hanging tree.

 

Before I know it, I’m singing the whole song. Suddenly, my face feels wet, and I realize that a tear has escaped my eye. I flick the rest of it away. This isn’t going to destroy your relationship with him, Jen. I tell myself. Maybe he’s just stressed out, or he’s bored with me, or…. My mind trails off. Somewhere among my thoughts, I somehow find peace and eventually drift off.

I wake up about an hour and a half later. Apparently I was sleeping in a weird positon, because my neck is killing me. I walk into the kitchen and grab a small bowl of ice cream, because ice cream fixes everything. Oh, and pizza. Can’t forget pizza.

When my bowl clunks into the sink, I hear my doorbell ring. I wrap the blanket around me a little, straighten out my hair, clear my throat and unlock the deadbolt.

Who else could possibly be standing there other than a completely drenched Josh with a single flower in his hand, the flower already beginning to droop from the intensity of the rain?

He gives me a smile that is just so genuinely sweet, with a touch of shyness, that my body is filled with this beautiful sense of warmth I haven’t felt in ages.

“Josh, what are you doing here?” I ask him with a slight smile. I walk a little closer to him. He stands in the doorway to avoid the rain. “I shouldn’t have yelled like that. You were trying to do something nice and I yelled at you for it.” I let out a short laugh. “Josh, I could’ve burned your house down if I hadn’t woken up and you hadn’t come home when you did.” I pause and look at his soaked attire. “Why don’t you come in? It’s raining buckets out there.” He doesn’t say anything, but agrees. He walks in and closes the door behind him, standing there in his leather jacket. I grab the zipper and unzip his jacket, pulling it off of his shoulders and placing it on the coat rack near the door. I walk into the kitchen and grab a cup, filling it with tap water and placing the single red flower in the cup. “Thank you for the flower.” I tell him. He smiles. “You’re welcome.”

I walk over to him back into the living room and place my forehead on his, and smile with my eyes closed. “So…” He whispers. “Are we cool, then?” I lift up my head and meet my eyes with his. I give him a smile and quietly place my lips on his. “I’ll take that as a yes?” He says, keeping his eyes closed. I whisper “Yes.” With a laugh.

I place my hand on his chest, and realize just how soaked his shirt actually is. “How did your shirt get so soaked? Weren’t you wearing a jacket?” I ask. He nods with a laugh. “Wow. It must be bad out there.” He nods. “...and I travelled all the way down the street for you!” He teases. I laugh.

“You hungry?” I ask him, walking over to the kitchen again. “Jen, you’re not cooking again.” He gives me a playful nudge. I grin at him. I’m looking through the fridge for something decent when I hear a loud crunch. I turn to find Josh already digging through a container of Pringles. He freezes when he sees I’ve spotted him. A smile laced with a few Pringles crumbs appears on his face. I laugh like crazy. “Go ahead.” I tell him. “Finish it off. It was almost gone anyways.” Then I hear another big crunch and chuckle.

After Josh finishes off the Pringles, and I have a snack myself, we chat for a while. The yawns that come shortly after we finish a conversation about Jena’s recent wild text messaging antics indicate that the day has been long.

“Josh.” I say. He glances at me with a tired looking expression on his face. “Will you stay with me?” I ask. He grins. “Yeah. Always.”

We head upstairs into my bedroom and Josh is just about to sit down on the bed when I notice that his clothes are still pretty damp. “Josh!” “What?” “Your clothes are still soaked.” He sighs. “Yeah. You’re probably not going to have something else for me, are you?” I shake my head. “But I have another solution.” He raises an eyebrow and a smirk appears on his face. “…and what would that be, Miss Lawrence?” I walk over to him and smile, and whisper “You could take them off.”

A small smile on his face grows into a grin, and I suddenly feel his lips on mine. Only a few moments later things start to get heated, and somehow, eventually, his soaked clothes end up on the floor and mine in a pile next to his clothes.

I’ll spare you the weird and crazy details of the night, but if you want to put a picture into your head… Bare skin, kisses and the feeling of pure happiness and bliss. It was a night where I completely forgot about fame, forgot about consequence and forgot about everything. All that mattered was that it would be a night to both forget and remember.

Throughout the night, one clear thought, that I guess could be a fact by now, runs through my head.

Josh is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.

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-Jackie