seven [j.m.k]

III

"Do you miss home?" Josh asked me, the TV playing whatever Harry Potter movie was on in the background. We were curled up on the couch, and had planned to watch all the movies we could've watched together when they came out. We had to watch the last three Harry Potter movies, and we were now on Deathly Hallows Part 2.

"Yeah, definitely." I nodded, leaning my head on his shoulder. "I missed the people that felt like home the most."

"Fifteen years is such a long time." Josh sighed, resting his head on time of mine. "I'm so glad I found you again."

I took a deep breath and relaxed into him. We'd been saying cheesy shit like that to each other for the past week since we reunited. But the cheesiness didn't matter, because we meant it.

"How'd you recognize it was me on stage?" Josh asked me. This past week has been full of questions.

"Y'all started playing Elvis. I thought about us, and grandpa, and pancakes. I could practically smell the maple syrup in the air."

Josh just grinned nostalgically, and I couldn't help but grinning back.

Josh and I hadn't seen each other since we were seven, but even after fifteen years we acted like we had never been separated. We picked right back up from where we left.

"Do you wanna go on the roof, and look at the stars? Just like when we were little?" I suggested, and watched Josh pick his head up and smile.

"Definitely."

After one of the shows last week I was able to see Jake and Sam again, and it was honestly pretty emotional. I got teary eyed seeing Sam, the annoying little brother, all grown up and not annoying anymore.

Jake and I had always been close, becasue while Josh was my bestest friend in the whole world, Jake was his. Jake always played with us and I always broke up Jake and Josh's fights. I had a full conversation with Danny that night, and I definitely like him way more than Carries exes.

I was also able to talk to their mom over the phone, and she was just as sweet as she always was. Being seven and hearing Jake talk about being a rockstar, and being twenty two and watching him play his heart out sure did tug on the heart strings.

Josh and I climbed up to the roof, careful not to wake my sleeping neighbors, with mugs of hot chocolate in our hands and blankets draped around our shoulders.

We lied down on the ground, rather than on one of the chairs, and the cold concrete was hard beneath our backs. Above us, the stars freckled the dark sky and the moonlight shined on our faces.

Josh and I just looked at each other for a moment, as we had done multiple times this past week. It was amazing to be able to see someone I love so much, and someone I thought I would have to live without.

We both just smiled and giggled before turning our heads back up to the sky.

"This feels far less rebellious then it did when we were kids." Josh grinned, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of his smile.

"If it helps, I'm not supposed to have access up here. The old lady across the hall likes me and gave me the code for the door."

"Well now I'm nervous." He exaggerated, and I smiled even wider.

I hate to see it, I really do, but over the past 15 years Josh had gotten hot. Really hot.

I've been thinking it since I saw him, but I've pushed it down. I know I would forget all about the tiny crush I've pretty much always had on Josh on Monday, whenever Eli came back.

"What haven't we talked about yet?" Josh asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm." I hummed, trying to think.