✺ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ✺- Josh Kiszka

Part 9

"Sorry, repeat that?" Violet asked, waving her hand in front of me and setting down her drink. "It has been two days," she added, laughing her ass off. "Sam and I haven't even kissed yet."

"I didn't actually kiss him," I replied, "we almost did, but then Danny came back from being away for a bit."

"So you would have if Danny had not shown up? That makes it so much better." She said, laughing sarcastically.

"I know, but-" I started. "I wanted to. It wasn't like there was even a doubt that crossed my mind, he leaned in, and I didn't even hesitate." I finished.

"So you're saying that you do have feelings for him?" She asked, a growing smile crossing her face.

    I looked at her for a bit, then back down to my legs hanging over the counter.

    "Yeah, I am," I admitted.

    "There we go,"  She said, throwing her head back and smiling. "We got her to admit it."

    "But I'm also worried it's too soon to know," I replied. "What if he doesn't have feelings for me as quickly as I do? Like you said, it's been two days."

    "Well, he definitely has some feelings for you if he's leaning in on a group hangout, but just my opinion." She joked again. "But let it go slow if you're worried. Take a step back and wait a bit, get to know him more."

"Yeah, I think that's what I want to do. I think it was honestly just the heat of the moment that made us do that." I said.

"Good, get more comfortable around him, spend more time with him, maybe one on one, in a friendly way, of course, and see where it goes."

I nodded and sipped my drink again.

We went back to my room and just sat around talking about anything and everything. The hopes and dreams of two seventeen-year-olds filled the empty space, along with hard laughter, dim music, the happy stories and the sad, Many of which had been told countless times before, along with the occasional silent minutes.

We were lying, sprawled out on the floor, and had probably talked for several hours at that point. We were pushing one in the morning when Violet asked;

"Sam told me Josh will pick us up tomorrow morning and take us back to their house for their practice." She replied, "Do you know what time?"

"Six"

"Oh my god." She complained, "That's like five hours from now." She said as she rubbed her face with her hands, and flopped them down next to her.

"Yeah, I'm passing out right here," I said, grabbing a hoodie next to me on the floor and stuffing it under my head as a pillow, too tired and too scared to lose that tiredness, by getting up and getting into bed.

The following day, my and Violet's phone alarms went off at five-thirty. I heard her groan and roll over, turning her alarm off.

I managed to get myself to sit up and turn off mine. I had one message notification. I opened my phone and saw that Josh had texted me about thirty minutes earlier, reminding me that he was getting us.

God, he gets up early, I thought.

I replied to his message, got up off the floor and walked to the bathroom. After I brushed my teeth, I called out to Violet.

"Get up. You have twenty minutes."

"I can't." She groaned from the other room.

"Let me put it this way; you're going to see Sam in about twenty minutes."