semi-automatic ; j.d

thirty nine ; fetus josh

holy shit there's kinda a lot of chapters lol

do you guys want me to keep writing this until i get to the point where a sequel would be bomb af or?

kill someone off drama end story?

LOL jk i'm not that mean

actually i am satan nvm

ANYWAYS let me know what you guys think like if you want a lot more chapter or perhaps a sequel idk

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"no."

"yes."

"no."

"yes."

"nope."

"yes," josh groans in protest, rolling over and resting his forehead against mia's shoulder. he drapes his arm around her stomach. "please just stay the night."

mia is having an extremely hard time saying no to josh. correction, a pouty josh. which is the hardest to argue with.

"i can't, i have class tomorrow," she insists, trying to shrug him off as she's sandwiched in between him and the wall. which usually isn't a problem, except for now when she knows she should be leaving.

"i'll drive you home in the morning," offers josh, words muffled as he speaks into her shoulder.

mia bites her bottom lip. "i don't even have any clothes."

josh tilts his head and glances up at her, checking her expression to see if she's being serious. "you know you can sleep in my clothes," he says, looking at her like she's crazy.

"but i--"

"whatever lame ass excuse you're gonna try to say, save it," he cuts her off. "whatever you need we probably have here. jenna always leaves a shit tone of stuff."

she doesn't say anything.

josh frowns. suddenly he wonders if maybe she just doesn't want to stay over, if maybe he did something or said something wrong. "i can drive you now if you wanna go."

"yes," she says, and then she realizes that it sounds confusing. "not yes to you driving me home, but yes to staying. i'll stay."

"you sure? cause you don't have to-"

mia nods her head. "positive. i want to."

this makes the smile come back to josh's lips. he feels relieved. "cool. i'll get you something to change into," he suggests while getting up from his bed. the bottom two drawers of his dresser are full of sweatpants and old t-shirts, mostly different tour shirts and souvenirs from concerts since when he was in high school.

"here-this should be good," he tosses her a folded pair of grey joggers and a house of heroes shirt. "the pants are probably too long, but they're cuffed, so."

mia sits up, "okay, thanks," she says, and as she starts unbuttoning her jeans josh quickly averts his eyes with blushing cheeks and pretends to be busy organizing his drawer while she changes.

"house of heroes," she says, reading the front of the black shirt that hits mid thigh on her short frame. "is that a band?"