A Bit Too CRAZY (Josh Hutchereson FanFic)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

When Josh and I walk into his house, we slump down on the couch. Josh wraps an arm around me, and gives me a quick kiss. “You are amazing,” Josh tells me once he pulls back. “Perfect.”

                “How am I perfect if I’m crazy?” I say.

                “I don’t think you’re crazy, I think you’re confused about something.”

                “What would I be confused about?”

                “I don’t know. Something.”

                We sit there in silence for a while. I start thinking about what I would do in having a music career. What kind of music would it be? How many says would I get in things? I guess it would all be in the contract for it. How often would I be working though? I’m sure it’s different than when you’re an actor or actress. Am I busy everyday? I don’t want to busy all the time. I want to see Josh and other people.

                How am I going to tell my parents? Did this seriously just cross my mind? I’m sure they’d be proud. But as it is in my life already, I barely see them. How much will I see them now if I take the job?

                What if I go crazy during a performance? Do I keep that secret a secret anymore? I’m sure paparazzi will find me and catch a video of me going crazy eventually. Even if I don’t take the job, just going crazy around Josh would be enough.

                I’m pretty sure I have to take the job anyway. Paparazzi probably got pictures of Josh and I at the restaurant tonight. I’m sure they got something of me meeting Richard. How could they not?

                I’m really starting to think about going to the doctor and asking if there’s something wrong with me. Put me in the mental hospital for a week or so and see if I’m mental. Mom and Dad took me once, because I asked, and the doctors and nurses said there’s nothing wrong with me. My brain seem fine and so does everything else. They also said maybe it’s stress, but I was only ten then, and had not a strand of stress on me.

                But what would happen with certain relationships I have with the few people I talk to now? Josh is already an actor, leaving for months at a time with only a month or so between each movie or maybe more. He also has all those auditions and photo shoots. Maybe other things. What would happen if I added to the business? I’d be going on national tours, world tours maybe. I’d be writing songs, if I can, and recording them and teaching myself how to play them on instruments. I’d be recording them in the studio. I’d have photo shoots like Josh.

                I can’t see any room for friends, once I get some because I need them, family, or Josh.

                Oh, and Josh and I could also be nominated for awards, let me not forget that. Maybe I should turn this whole music things down, and just get a book published. Paparazzi don’t go around stalking authors right? What would they write about them? “Breaking News: Scarlett Marr just put gum in her mouth”? Or maybe I’d sell some art. Then again, if I did that I’d be busy painting or drawing or something all the time. If I just published a book, no one would be bugging me to write faster. Readers want good books, and taking your time helps with that.

                “What do you want to do?” Josh snaps me back to reality. “It’s kind of late though.”

                Yeah. It’s almost nine. Late. Josh needs his sleep for tomorrow though. “Can we sleep the last night together, again?” I ask.