If Loving You is Wrong...

Thoughts

After me and Josh finished painting the shed i went home covered in paint and had leaves in my hair.

"Hi honey how was your-Oh sweet Jesus!" mom gasped once she saw me. I took my shoes off.

"Hi mom" i said. I pecked her cheek and headed upstairs.

"Mommy she's green!" brook cried.

"And purple, and blue, and orange" dad added in horror as i walked into my room. I gathered my pajamas and went into the bathroom shutting the door behind me.

"Ugh i smell like paint" i muttered stripping off my clothes. As i scrubbed the paint off of my arms i thought about Josh and what his friends were telling me. What did they mean by Josh liked me? he just met me a few days ago. How in the world can he like ME? of all people, ME. I laughed at the thought. No way. But there was a little part of me that was thinking: What if he did like me? What if he asked me out? What would i say? the thought of that made me dizzy. Or was that just the intoxication of my paint. I shrugged and sighed. Maybe i did like him. I don't know. I still had Derek to think about. He's still part of my life...in a way. But he didn't even appreciate me. Like Josh said, he doesn't understand.

"No!" i suddenly told myself. I disrupted my thoughts.

"Do not start with this, You don't like Josh, he's just a friend" i told myself. I couldn't start thinking that what Josh was saying is right. Derek really cared about me and he just had a funny way of showing it.

"Yeah, just a funny way of showing it" i said out loud. I turned off the water and stepped out. Then Brook barged in.

"Ah!" i screamed throwing a towel over me.

"Mommy said to wash up for dinner" she said.

"Brooklyn get out!" i screamed at her.

"You can kick me out of your room, but you can't kick me out of the bathroom" she shrugged walking in not even shutting the door.

"Stop looking at me!" i shrieked. She shrugged and starting washing her face. She dried it off then looked around.

"Why is it so foggy in here?" she asked.

"Shut the door!" i shouted tying my towel around me. But she only kept washing her hands.

"Get out!" i cried. I picked her up, Lifted her out the door and slammed the door shut.

"Ignorant" i muttered.