The Decuplets

Josh Progress

Scarlett

Now that Ella and I had our morning-after debrief, I had told Josh that I wanted to talk to him after school today and to meet me at the back entrance, you know, for safety.

Safety = away from any of my brother's view.

"Follow me," Josh quickly spoke, tapping my shoulder as he walked past me, startling me. I listened as he led me to a black car.

"It's mine," he said, opening the passenger door for me. I stepped inside and he got in the driver seat.

"I figured we could talk in the car," he explained, to which I nodded.

"About the other night," I began, "sorry about Gabe."

"Don't worry about it," he laughed, "it added some spice."

I too laughed at his comment, getting comfortable in the passenger seat.

"All jokes aside, Scar," he continued, "I had a great time."

I felt myself blushing already. I twiddled my hair with my fingers to calm myself.

"Me too," I agreed, "which is why I wanted to talk. I don't want my brothers get in the way of, um, us."

'Us?' Really, Scarlett?

"Wow, so we're a label?" He joked, turning the car on.

"You know what I mean," I blurted, shoving him slightly. He smiled.

That smile is so infectious.

"I'm not letting any male Romano stop me from the female Romano," he vowed, as if he was making a pledge.

"Great!"

"Great!"

"Wonderful!"

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We ended up driving to get a quick snack at a fast food restaurant, I just got fries, and sat and talked. We learned a lot about each other and soon enough it had been 3 hours.

"Here," he said after placing his number in my phone, handing it back to me, "text me later."

"Okay!" I exclaimed with a bit too much giddy in my tone.

"That was adorable," he commented, unlocking his doors.

"Bye, Letti!" he shouted as I reached to close the door.

Letti? So we're on a nickname basis?

"Bye, J- uh, J!" I said back, mentally face-palming myself.

He couldn't help but laugh as I playfully rolled my eyes, exiting.

I began walking, being I made him drop me off a few houses down. It literally felt like I was sneaking my boyfriend past my dad like my friends do. I may, basically, not have much of a dad, but I somehow have the equivalent of 9.

I walked into the front door of my house especially happy. I did a hop, skip, and a jump as I entered, kicking my shoes off.

"What's wrong?" Reece asked, eyeing me as I bolted for the couch.

"Nothing, why?"

"You seem," he analyzed me, "happy."

"God forbid!" I dramatically spoke, placing my hand over my forehead.

Rolling his eyes, he continued towards whatever it was he was doing.

Okay, yeah, I have a huge crush on Josh Willams.