I Want You All To Myself

Twenty-Six

Josh's POV 

Let me tell you a little story. 

One day, I was peacefully mowing the lawn in front of my house, thinking up extravagant plans to rescue a slimy creature the size of a bean from its own mother. . There wasn't anyone else around-even on a hot sunny day like today. Or so I thought. But all of a sudden, someone honked me. Obviously, and despite the aggressive noise of the lawnmower that somewhat muffled the sound of the honk, I jumped about a thousand miles.  

Turning off the lawnmower, I enjoyed the silence for a second before turning to the pathetic red-going-on-brown vehicle parked right in front of the driveway. I tried making out a face through the windshield, but all I could see was the reflection of the clear blue sky. Whoever was in there was either flashing me a big friendly smile or giving me the finger, but all I could do was shrug and make stupid faces. Finally, the door opened and out came my FAVOURITE person on the planet: Mr. Sheep-Man. I was surprised he had the mental capacity to drive without running into a stop sign. 

"Hey, Josh!" he greeted happily, walking all over the beautiful cut-up grass I was suddenly very fond of. 

I frowned. I was not in the mood to play Nice Guy. "How the fuck did you find my house?" I remembered clearly that we'd only given him Matt's address. 

"Hey, don't be mad! Matt told me where you lived." First of all, it's 'your friend Matthew' to you, twirl-head. And second of all, why the fuck would Matt do that?!  

I was suddenly very aware of my very short cargo pants-which I used to wear in elementary school-and my dad's very large t-shirt that I had randomly picked up somewhere and that was most likely unwashed, not to mention the pathetic fluffy pink slippers on my feet that my sister had passed me since I couldn't find mine... In other words, I might as well have been naked. I wanted to evaporate so that Ian wouldn't see me anymore. 

"I'm not exactly having guests right now," I said as coolly as possible. 

Ian's eyebrows went down in confusion. "But I thought the meeting was today..." 

I lost my patience. "What fucking meeting?!" 

Just then, a second car appeared around the corner and sped up before braking roughly right in front of us. This one was shiny and new, and apparently the driver was even newer. I swear I heard a bump when the car hit Ian's wreck of a vehicle during the perilous action that is parking. 

Who the hell was this? Had Matt finally learned how to drive? That's when Matt walked out of the right side of the pretty car, smiling brightly at me like it was Christmas. Ok, so it wasn't him-unless he was being a badass by driving from the passenger seat. From the other side of the car-just to shatter my Matt-being-a-badass theory-came a tall blonde that looked like she's walked right out of a magazine. Her face mirrored Matt's and for a second I wondered if they were laughing at my choice of clothes. 

"Hey, Josh!" Well, I was already sick of hearing that. 

"What the fuck, man?" I mouthed before grabbing Matt's sleeve and pulling him away from the other intruders. "What is Ian doing here?" I asked in an angry whisper. "And who's the blonde? And where's Chubby Toby?" 

Matt instantly put on his annoyed face-so adorable-when I called his scooter that. It was just too easy to piss him off. 

"'The blonde'," he began, his fingers illustrating quotation marks on either side of his face, "is Nicole." He cleared his throat before adding, "My girlfriend." I smiled widely but he avoided my taunting expression, staring at something behind me. "That's her car," he said in case I hadn't already figured that out. "And Ian is here because I invited him."