Our whole walk home, we couldn't stop laughing. I had totally forgotten about the incident I caused; I was just living in the present with my new pal. When Josh said we were going to prance the empty street with arms intertwined, he wasn't lying.
That's exactly what we did.
We sung cheesy Denver songs and twirled under the streetlights. It was beautiful. I almost tripped a few times, but so did he...we were still plastered. Luckily my apartment was only a few blocks away, so the walk went by fast. As we approached the door to the lobby, Josh stopped me.
"Can you do that more often?" He looked down at me with raised brows.
"Do what?"
"Come over." Ah, the 'can we be friends' request. I wouldn't want it from anyone else. But from him, I would tolerate it.
"Sure, yeah, just hit me up whenever you want to hang. I can't guarantee I'll be available, but, yeah." He sighed with relief, pulled me into a hug, and rested his cheek on top of my head. These dudes really like hugging.
"Well, Jake will be heading home any minute now," His voice wavered through my hair. "If you hear someone fall up the stairs, take a peek, yeah?" I nodded from under him, silently praying that I wouldn't have to encounter British Bitch alone.
We said our goodbyes yet again, and I was left to stand on my front steps, watching him stumble down the road.
Absolute idiot.
I made my way up to my apartment, locked the door, and went directly to bed. I didn't even want to know what time it was.
All I knew was: I had an injured foot, a new group of friends, and a puzzling tension with a certain guitarist.
What the fuck just happened?
