6 years ago. January 2, 2006
“God dude, that’s so gross” I choke out as I’m trying to subdue my laughter while holding up the extremely disturbing Polaroid of my friend Josh making out with an 80 something year old woman at the new year’s party we went to. I went through an older women phase as a teen- but not that old.
“Please Harry, would you put that picture down? It’s bad enough knowing what I did, but to continuously see it? Ugh…” Josh moans as he falls down on the couch.
“But c’mon she’s holding her dentures, it’s like she was nom-ing on your face!”
“Hardy har har, you are such the smart ass aren’t you Harry? What about that time when you made out with Clara’s Dog in 7th grade thinking it was her?”
My laughter cut off abruptly “That was definitely not my fault. We were playing spin the bottle and they told me to close my eyes, at the time I just thought she was a licker.”
Me and Josh stared at each other for a minute, then we burst out laughing
“Ok, ok dude you can keep the photo and all the others… if-”
Geez, Josh always has an “If.”
“- you give me the caddie for a week, including the weekend. I have a nice senorita I’ll be entertaining next week and my mom’s explorer isn’t the ideal place for a nice rendezvous, if you know what I mean.” He finishes while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“But your friend’s car is the ideal place?”
“Exactly! Now if you will just hand over the key’s…” Josh reaches out to grab the keys off of the table but I snatch them up.
“Dude why would I give you my most prized possession just so you can screw some Latin chic in it for a week? That’s not a mess I’m willing to clean up, plus I don’t think I would be able to dive it the same way ever again- not without picturing disturbing things…many disturbing things.”
I shudder at the thought of sitting in the same place my best friend was sitting naked "entertaining" a girl. Or well most likely girls. That’s just gross, creepy and gross.
Josh looks at me with his stupid pleading eyes, I’m sure if he was a girl it would have worked on anyone, but since he’s a guy, and my annoying best friend, I’m immune to his weird charms.
“Please man! I promise I won’t do it in there! I just need a nice ride to take her to and fro, that’s all I promise.”
I stare at him with a look of indifference and sigh.
God, why do I do this every time?
“Fine,” I mutter as I toss the keys to him, he catches them and grins broadly at me “But if you get a single scratch, dent, etc. on my Caddie I swear I will hang you by your leg hair. And by god! If I find any panties, boxers or bodily fluids in or on my car I’ll-”
“Hang me by my toes or some weird shit like that, I got it, I got it!” Says Josh as he waves my threats off.
“Harry! Honey I’m back!” calls the sweetest of voices.
My Grace is home.
I give one last stern look at Josh before making my way to the kitchen, where Grace was putting away groceries.
I sweep up from behind and wrap my arms around her, making her gasp slightly.
I kiss her on top of her head, taking in the beautiful scent of lavender that coated her.
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The Boyfriend Box~ A Harry Styles Fanfiction *on hold*
Fanfiction"Over the course of my life I've had Five boyfriends. After 35 years, I have had 5 special people love me. Each one gave me something special, something that I was never selfless enough to give back. So I kept them in this box. Now I ask my husband...
