Multifandom One-shots

115. Covert Romance - Josh x female reader (Girl Meets World)

How's it going, my incredible and fantastic readers?

As you can see in the title, this is a new franchise. I would never have done it; wouldn't it have been for ! I hope you are satisfied with what I have given. Unfortunately, I'm not sure I did such a good job. I actually don't remember watching this show, so hopefully I got his character right.

Good read, everyone! Thank you for being here and supporting me!

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Josh sat on the edge of his bed, a mischievous glint in his eye. His room was a chaotic array of discarded tissues, open notebooks, and scattered props—all the ingredients for his most ambitious scheme yet. He took a deep breath, looking at his reflection in the mirror. "Alright, Josh," he murmured to himself. "Time to convince them you're sick."

He grabbed a small jar of white makeup from his desk and dabbed it under his eyes, perfecting the look of dark circles. A few strategic coughs and a hoarse voice later, he felt ready. With a final glance at his reflection, he nodded, satisfied with his transformation.

Wrapping his blanket around his body, he moved slowly towards the living room. Cory was the first to notice. "Josh, you don't look so good," he said, concern etched on his face. Topanga followed suit, her eyes narrowing slightly as she scrutinized Josh's pallor.

Josh put on his best sickly smile. "I don't feel good either. Must be coming down with something," he replied, adding a weak cough for effect.

Topanga's concern deepened as she felt Josh's forehead. "You do feel a bit warm," she said, looking at Cory with worry etched across her face. "Maybe it's best if he stays home today."

Cory nodded in agreement. "Yeah, rest up, Josh. Let us know if you need anything."

"Thanks," Josh mumbled, maintaining his weak demeanor as he shuffled back to his room, each step slow and labored. As soon as the door closed behind him, his tired expression vanished, replaced by a triumphant grin. He quickly threw off the blanket and kicked aside the discarded tissues that littered the floor.

Josh pulled out a neatly folded outfit from under his bed and changed into his regular clothes in record time. He grabbed his backpack, which was already packed with everything he needed for the day. Opening the window, he took a quick glance outside to make sure the coast was clear. With the agility of someone who had done this before, he swung one leg over the windowsill and then the other, balancing carefully before dropping onto the soft grass below with practiced ease.

He landed silently and crouched low, taking a moment to scan the surroundings. No one in sight. Perfect. Josh straightened up and took off down the street, his heart racing with excitement. The thrill of getting away with his plan made his steps light and quick.

A few blocks away, he reached Y/N's house and sent her a quick text: "I'm here. Sneak out when you're ready!"

Josh leaned against the fence, tapping his foot impatiently. Within moments, Y/N emerged from her front door, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She tiptoed across the lawn, her movements graceful and silent.

"You really pulled it off," she said in a hushed tone, giving him a playful punch on the arm.

Josh grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Ready for our adventure?"

"Absolutely," Y/N replied, her smile widening. She took his hand, and they slipped down the street, moving quickly but cautiously.

They reached the bus stop just as a bus pulled up. Climbing aboard, they found seats at the back, away from prying eyes. The bus ride was filled with hushed laughter and whispered plans, each stop bringing them closer to their day of freedom.