✧*̥˚ Lust for Life *̥˚✧
୨⎯ Author's Note ⎯୧
This is just a bit of a preface cause I realized that I was royally fucking up the timeline. Bryce left for Vegas on the 20th of May for EDC which is the day this is set, so go back and read the updated version of Chapter 16 before reading this or don't, I don't care [as]. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Julia's Pov:
I sit in my room packing for my trip back to Maryland while blasting Lana Del Ray. I sing along to God Knows I Tried as I throw clothes into my suitcase. I hate folding clothes. I mean, what's the point of folding them if I'm just gonna end up wearing them anyways. A light knock sounds off my door. I swear if it's Bryce coming to check on me one more time, I'm going to lose it. "Who is it?" "It's Josh." What does he want? Well, obviously to talk to me, but why would he all of a sudden make an effort. I stand up, trudge over to the door, and poke my head out. "You shouldn't be here." "I know, but I really need to talk to you." I roll my eyes at his words. I take a few seconds to contemplate whether I should give him the time of day or not. I've always wanted to dramatically slam a door in someone's face. This could be my opportunity, but I do want to know what he has to say. Ughh. I sigh heavily and swing the door open. "You've got 5 minutes." As he walks in, Summertime Sadness starts to play. "Seriously? Lana Del Ray?" "Look, you're already on thin ice. Right now is not the time to critique my music taste." "Noted." He sits down on my bed while I turn down the volume on my speaker. I flop down next to him. "Shoot." "So I talked to Mads and she told me everything." I gasp and blurt out, "That fucking bitch! She broke our pinky promise!" He chuckles at my remark and runs his hands through his hair. "Well, first off, I want to apologize for hurting your feelings. I really am sorry, Julia. I never meant to hurt you." "Apology accepted." A small smile spreads across his face. "I also wanted you to know that nothing happened between me and Nessa. She reached out to me for closure, so we went on a walk and talked. That's all. I know that might not seem very believable, but it's true." "I believe you." "You do?" "Yeah, I trust you." "Good." He takes my hand and starts to play with it. "I like you a lot, Julia. I'm gonna try my best not to mess things up." I pull my hand back, so I could cover my blushing face, then I fall back onto my bed. "Is someone blushing?" He hovers over me, attempting to pull my hands away from my face. "Fuck off, Richards." Summertime Sadness ends and Video Games begins to play. His eyes wander between my eyes and lips before his lips suddenly crash into mine. Our kiss quickly deeps and he flips us so that I'm on top of him. It continues to intensify until he tugs at my shirt; I pull back. "My brother's here," I pant. "He was leaving for the airport when I got here, so we should be fine. At least if you're ok with it. Are you?" "Yeah, I am." Our lips reconnect and we strip to Love song. He's really good at this. A little too good at it to the point it makes my skin crawl. All I can think of is him and Nessa and I hate it. Do I really trust him?
୨⎯ Author's Note ⎯୧
Ahhhhh, I hate writing scenes like this; it makes me feel dirty. This is the closest you're gonna get to smut from me, so enjoy it.
