He never texted me. I was relieved and disappointed at the same time. It was a risk leaving him in my phone, in case my mom ever checked. I left it anyway.
I still cleaned his house with Hannah on Mondays and Fridays. I wasn't supposed to clean his room as long as he was on bed-rest. His door was usually closed and I felt awkward about going in to say thank you. So I didn't.
He came back to school and got right back into his group of friends. It was nice to see his familiar, kind green eyes again. And his contagious smile and laughter. His golden skin. Oh, stop yourself now Josie. He seemed like he was skinnier than he was before. He probably hasn't been eating as much. Sometimes when he sat down he squinted a little bit, still feeling some pain.
The first day he was back I had to thank him. I went over to him in gym class. My sneakers squeaked.
It amazes me that even though he is pretty, for lack of a better term, how goofy he looked in his clothes. He always dresses in clothes that a dad or nerd would wear. Like he was from the 90's. The other boys wore tight pants and tried to gain attention. He just wore normal clothes, even though he was popular. I liked that.
I tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, thank you so so so much for the phone, you shouldn't have done that," I said, with a disapproving look.
He whipped his head around and his blonde hair flipped to to the side. He had such nice hair. I wonder what it would be like to touch it.
"You need to give this up. We have had this conversation and I am done arguing with you about it." He crossed his arms for emphasis.
"Ok." I started to back up. As I turned Christian grabbed my arm. The skin on his hands is rough. Probably from playing the guitar. He turned me around. The corners of his mouth were turned down like he was going to tell a joke.
"Do you like it?" His voice was genuine. How could he be so silly and sweet at the same time?
"Of course I like it, Christian," I said. I read somewhere that when you use a person's name when you don't have to, it means you like them. Please tell me that is not happening.
He smiled brightly. His teeth were so white and straight. I hate my smile, but when i saw him do it I had to smile with him.
"Glad to hear it, Josephine," he said. He drew my name out longer than necessary. I got chills. Nobody ever called me by my full name.
"How's your butt?" I asked, giving him a silly look.
"Oh, it's FINE," he raised his eyebrows at me. "Get it, fine? Like fine," he said, trying to explain the joke.
"Yes, I got it," I said, staring to laugh. "I would have to agree with you," I was trying to flirt. I am such a weirdo.
He bent over with giggling laughter, looking pleased. Then class began.
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The Difference - Christian Leave
Fanfiction"Love is the easiest thing to feel, and the hardest thing to find." Josie just cannot figure Christian out. He is hilarious, but at the same time can create beautiful music. As she explores his personality he has a plan of his own. I've never writ...
