Try me- Josh Hutcherson

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Friday
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I'd spent the whole of yesterday ignoring Jacob's texts, hanging out at the studio and texting Josh, constantly making sure he wasn't upset that we couldn't go out tonight. He reassured me we would hangout soon and he wasn't upset, he just couldn't wait to see me. My room was now scattered with makeup and clothes as the early morning sun beamed in rays through my windows. I climbed out of my bed and stretched, deciding it was time I did something with myself instead of sulking. Ring ring ring ring. Ring ring ring ring. My phone went off on my bedside table, startling my calm mood. I took a deep breath and checked the contact, then took an even bigger breath when I saw it was Jacob. I unplugged it and answered the call of doom.
"Hey" I said, my voice quiet and sleepy.
"Morning messy" he answered in his rough morning voice. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head silently, looking around at my very messy room. I began picking up little things and getting ready for the day, with Jacob held against my ear.
"What's up?" I asked tentatively
"Well I was wondering if you wanna hang out today, go to SoHo and do some shopping, get some food? I wanna prove to you I can do this" he explained, and I could hear him stretching in his voice.
"Yeah sure, I have a workout with my personal trainer but I can hang out after"
"I'll come get you at 11:00" he answered
"perfect"
"Alright then. Bye Messy, love you"
"Bye Jacob"
Click.
Love you. I love you. There was no I. Mental note that.

"Thanks Camilla, see you next Monday" I called to my personal trainer as she left my workout studio in the garage, and wiped my forehead with my white towel, placing it in the hamper.
I ran up stairs to the main floor, calling good mornings to my parents in the kitchen as I caught sight of my father reading the newspaper and my mother pouring a smoothie at the marble island.
"Morning Mija, how was your workout?" My mom smiled as I leant on the door frame, wiping my forehead sweat back into my Dutch plaits.
"Great, Camila really knows how to push me to my limit" I chuckled, feeling the burning ache set in around my thighs and abs.
"Well that's what we pay her for" my dad added, standing from the breakfast table and folding his paper.
"What are you doing today? Any plans? Do I need to book the chauffeur?" Bruno asked, as he walked over to my mother and placed a hand round her waist
"Papa I'm eighteen I can drive myself" i huffed, feeling more exhausted by his comment than I did being bent in half over yoga blocks about 5 minutes ago.
"I don't really have anything going on. Robs off today so I'm not recording, might ask Daniel if he wants to hangout, we haven't done anything together for a couple days". I explained, switching my weight to my other foot as I half lied. I didn't want them knowing about me seeing Jacob again just yet. They don't know what he was like before, as I didn't want to spoil their view of him. They looked at him like a second son, and I felt somewhat responsible for the way he acted.
"Good idea Mija, it's important we stay close as a familia" my mother answered, taking a sip from her smoothie.
I smiled and back out the kitchen, walking around the staircase to the living room where Daniel had situated himself on a love seat sofa.
"Hey Dan, do you wanna hangout today?" I asked, sitting on the arm of the couch.
"Can you fuck off please" he groaned, pushing deeper into the cushion. He was dressed in a black hoodie, black sweatpants, and wore purple bags under his eyes.
"What's wrong with you Rata. Are you okay? You look like sleep isn't in your vocabulary" I scoffed, and Daniel looked at me with piercing eyes, I thought they might turn red.
"Go find some guy to occupy yourself with, I don't need your fucking whining. God no wonder none of them stuck around" he sneered, and looked back to the TV like nothing happened. I sat there in shock, disgusted that my brother would talk like that. We'd always been so close, I didn't do anything to piss him off. Now I was mad, but I tried to just brush off the interaction and marked it down to hormones and lack of sleep.
No wonder none of them stuck around.
Stop Nessa. You're not helping yourself.