Josh’s p.o.v:
I’d gotten up like a half hour earlier, whilst the guys were all nursing a hang over. I’d gotten up, showered and ate. I slipped into my black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt and shrugged on my denim DBNO jacket and a grey beanie. “I’m going to interview now, I’ll see you guys in half an hour for the shoot, okay?” I called, I was replied to with a group of groans. I trampled across the field to a little van that was just a little away from the buses. I knocked on the door and waited patiently. A short woman covered in tattoos answered the door, “hello! You must be Josh, right?” the woman asked. She flicked her bright orange hair over her shoulder and readjusted the bolo hat on her head. “Come on in, I’m Marie” she ordered. I walked through the van and sat in the red arm chair opposite a chair identical to this one. “Okay, I’m just going to ask you a few questions, and then you can go alright?” She informed me, she was rather rude. The camera man started recording and ‘Marie’ introduced me, “Morning fellow pop punkers. We’re here today with the vocals for you me at six! It’s Josh Franceschi!” She squealed, as thought she was excited about my presence. “Morning” I greeted, smiling into the camera. ‘Marie’ picked up a note pad off the small table in front of us before she began the interrogation, “So Josh. It’s you first performance today yes?” I shook my head, “Uh- actually no. We weren’t meant to get here until today but the managers called and said one of the bands weren’t able to make the first show so they asked us to step in. So we played the day before yesterday, too!” I answered. ‘Marie’ rolled her eyes at me as if I’d shown her up. “Okay so. I understand that you’ve recently released a new album called ‘Born to be a band’ yeah it’s great isn’t it!” She cooed. I let a small laugh escaped my lips, clearly she’d no clue about us and she’d just wikipedia’d us. “Um- no. Someone altered out Wikipedia to say that we were releasing an album next year. But it’s not true.” I informed her. She scowled at me and muttered something under her breath.
“Okay. Well.” She said, “So the next question is how are you and your girlfriend?” She poked, plastering a sly smile to her face. “Don’t you think that’s a bit evasive? But I don’t have a girlfriend.” I told her, trying not to sound disappointed. “Well then who was that girl I saw you with yesterday?” She asked. I shrugged and she produced a photo of me sat on the floor holding Tom’s hand, from last night. “Oh. That’s Tom. She’s an old friend.” I responded. She produced another photo of Tom in a wheelchair and me looking down at her admiringly. “Well you don’t look like friends?” She spat. “Also the question we’re all dying to know is, why is she in a wheelchair? Then on crutches?” She hissed. I could literally feel the venom she’d spat at me. “That’s very personal! You want the truth though? Well she was in an accident where she lost the use of her legs for a while, now she sometimes loses the ability to walk again, she uses the wheelchair to get around and when she gets the feeling in her legs back she walks on the crutches to stable her. Yes, we’re just friends. I’ve known her a long time and I really like her. Is that what you wanted to here?” I explained looking directly down the camera lense. I sighed and the camera man cut off the camera. “Right we’ve got what we wanted, now leave” ‘Marie’ ordered. I happily obliged. I stormed out of the van and met the guys. “That interviewer was so fucking rude, she knew nothing about the band. She kept asking personal questions about Tom.” I told the lads. “Josh calm down. We’ll deal with this after the shoot.” Dan offered.
We finished the shoot not long after we’d arrived. I’d suddenly developed this new found confidence. I headed off straight to the kigh bus. I knew that kigh would be at their shoot now, because we’d just bumped into them on the way out. I barged through the door and saw Tom sat at the small table eating. She was wearing grey sweats and a plain blue jumped. She’d got no make up on and her hair was all pushed off her face. She was beautiful. “Tom. I really fucking like, you and I always have done.” I blurted. Tom’s eyes racked from side to side, staring shakily into my own eyed. I could tell she was looking for sincerity. She stood up and she was quite a bit smaller than me. “Tom, you’re beautiful, funny, smart, artistic, talented and just perfect. You’re everything I want and more. Please, I know you don’t know me, but deep inside you do. Deep inside you remember me.” I rambled. A single tear fell from Tom’s face. I brushed her tear away with my thumb. Her eyes flickered to my lips and back up to my eyes again. “Is it too soon to kiss you?” I questioned. Tom smiled and I brushed my hand down her neck and pulled out faces together. Our lips were grazing and out noses touching. I enclosed the space between our hungry lips. I stroked her neck, whilst my other hand moved from her waist to the small of her back. Tom smiled and I pulled a few inches back to admire her adorable smile. I reattached our lips and this time the kiss lasted longer, it was more passionate, less romantic. I traced my tongue on the inside of her bottom lip, begging for entry. She granted me entrance and our tongues danced together. Our tongues caressed each other softly and a little whimper escaped my throat. I’d never understood how people could get groan from a kiss before, but now I did. I broke away before we did something hasty. I mean not that I didn’t want to be hasty with her, but I wanted to do this properly. “I fucking love you Tom Phillips.” I whispered into her neck. “I don’t expect you to say it back, don’t worry, you need to get to know me again. I understand. I just think it’s important you know. Okay?” I told her. Tom nodded, “okay. I’ll love you too” she said. I took her hand in mine, “does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” I asked, inside I pleased for her to say yes. “Technically yes but we’ve got a long way to go yet Josh.” Tom whispered, sorrow lingered on her tone. “I understand.” I kissed her forehead. “Come on, if you get changed you can come watch us perform?” I offered, she accepted and flounced off into the bathroom to get changed.
Tom returned a few minutes later looking as beautiful as ever. Her skinny jeans highlighted her small waist and long legs. Her ‘The Maine’ t-shirt extenuated her small perky breasts. Her hair was shiny and ruffled. Her nose ring shone in the light along with her eyebrow bar. Her lips were glossy pink and she pulled on her black Docs before grabbing a black jacket and shrugging it over her shoulders. A silver chain hung from her neck, a small heart clasp, “who brought you that Tom?” I asked. She smiled down at the necklace. “You did. Aled gave it to me this morning; he said he carried it around until he had the guts to tell me who you were, I love it Josh. I just can’t open it” Tom told me. I laughed slightly. I knew exactly what photos were inside it. I pulled her in close to me and opened the locket. “Here” I cheered and I watched as Tom took in the people in the photos. The photo on the left had a photo of Tom, her brothers and I. We were all smiling, in their back garden. We’d had a barbeque and a water fight. We all looked so happy. Her brothers and I all stood side by said whilst we all held Tom horizontally. The photo on the right was of just Tom and I. We’d gone up the town and we’d come across a photo booth. We instantly jumped into it pulling funny faces; Tom had to sit on my lap. The one I’d chose was of Tom, cross eyed and sticking her tongue out, and me, looking down at her admiringly. “Wow Josh. I wish I could remember this. I really do.” Tom gushed. I kissed her neck and led her out the bus, “it doesn’t matter Tom. I’ve got you now” I cooed and we headed towards the main stage hand in hand. “I hope that your brothers don’t kill me” I commented. Tom laughed, “I know they’re protective but c’mon they won’t kill you.” Tom responded, “Me on the other hand. I guess you’ll find out” Tom laughed manically. “Tom! Your evil laugh is shit!” I chuckled. I rubbed my hands together and laughed devilishly. Tom was in stitches laughing so hard.
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I know this part was short but I needed to bring them together
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