A Bit Too CRAZY (Josh Hutchereson FanFic)

chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I lay down on my couch, my chin resting on one of the arms and one of my arms against the floor. I want to move into a new place, a regular house because I’m not into living in huge places alone. All I have to do is wait a few months until I get the first amount of money. That’s all I really know what to do with the money I’m getting. I really mainly wonder what it will be like to do my first concert. This time I’ll be on the stage, and not in the audience.

          It looks so scary in my mind. I picture myself on the stage looking out over the hundreds, maybe thousands, of people. I picture the people in the first few rows reaching out to touch me like other artist. I picture myself playing my guitar and singing, or the piano if it would ever be a really soft song.

          I’m awakened into reality when there’s a knock on my door. I groan and get up from the couch. I shuffle to the door and look out the peep hole. It’s Jenny. I open the door and force a smile; I don’t know why I need to force it.

          “Hi,” Jenny says. “Do you want to go to the exhibit?”

          “Sure,” I respond. “One second.”  I grab my wallet and about twenty dollars, my keys, and my phone. I walk out the door of my apartment. Jenny leads me to her car, a cute baby blue beetle. I get in on one side and Jenny gets behind the wheel.

          While we’re driving, Jenny asks me, “How’s Josh? Anything new?” I want to talk about last night, ask for advice, but I don’t know how to bring it up.

          “He’s fine,” I say. “Mm…” Jenny rolls up her window and almost chuckles.

          “No one can hear us; you can say anything. I don’t mind.”

          “Okay.” I think of how to start it. I don’t know. Jenny sensitively says to spit it out. I do. “Josh tried to have sex with me last night.” I hate saying the word ‘sex’ unless it’s referring to ‘gender’. I don’t know why. I just do. It feels weird I guess.

          Jenny parks in front of the random building we’re at and looks at me. “Tried?” She asks. “What happened?”

          “I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t ready. It was weird.”

          “Well don’t worry about it, okay? It’s normal to feel weird the first time with a different guy.”

          “It was my first time ever.”

          Jenny doesn’t say anything for a moment. Then she says, “That story Sydney told wasn’t true?”

          I don’t want Sydney involved in this conversation, especially the story that took away my friends. “No,” I say, trying to seem like I don’t care about it anymore. I still do.

          “Sorry for bringing it up,” Jenny says. “Well as long as we’re talking about relationships, I’ll spit it out and tell you… mm.” This is important. Jenny tugs at her ear and presses her lips together. If I still remember from our old friendship that means she’s nervous or concidering whatever she’s going to say. “I’m uh…” she starts.

          “I don’t judge people,” I say.

          “I know… I just never told anyone.” Jenny takes a deep breath and says quickly, “I’m bi.”

          I laugh a little, but not in the accusing or judgemental way. “That’s awesome. Did you know Josh is part of this organization for gay rights?”