Fix Me

Prime Time

Sarah's POV

"So, uh, there's these fireworks for Canada day on the weekend, and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go with me? If you want." Josh asks nervously. We're sitting on the couch in his apartment, playing video games. I giggle at his stuttering. Is that what he invited me over for? He seemed so nervous when he showed up at my apartment.

"Of course I'll go with you. What time?" I turn to face him awkwardly. We're sitting on opposite sides of the couch with a large gap in between us.

"Scoot over here and I'll tell you." The smirk on Ramsay's face is so evil that I merely raise an eyebrow and kick my feet up onto the couch. The way I'm laying, my feet rest on his thigh ever so slightly.

"This close enough for ya?" I smirk back. Josh grabs my feet and starts tickling me, I'm laughing harder than I have since Brendon.

****Flash back****

Brendon grabs me around the waist and tickles me. "Got you." He laughs.
"Bren! Brendon! Brendon fucking Urie stop right this instant!" I scream as I writhe underneath him.

"I do believe my middle name is actually Boyd, not fucking, but you know." he teases, continuing to tickle me. I slap at his chest to try and get him to let go. It's no use.

"I have to pee! Unless you want me to do that in your bed?" I squeal. He only continues To tickle me, that is until a warm liquid trickles onto his sheets.

"Holy shit, Sarah!" He laughs and jumps off the bed, pulling me with him.

"I told you." I say sheepishly.

"Josh I can't breathe!" I laugh through tears. He stops, but I'm practically sitting in his lap, so I guess he got what he wanted. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly so I can't get away.

"How's five? We can go for dinner before we go see the fireworks. It'll be perfect." He whispers into my ear. My heart is beating really fast, like a jackhammer in my chest. I never realized how soothing Josh's voice is. I turn my head slightly and notice something else. He smells like really expensive cologne and . . . apples? Almost the same as Brendon, but he had the faint peaches scent. I close my eyes and breathe in his smell.

"Can I help you?" Josh chuckles into my hair. I blush, but try to hide it.
"I just . . . you smell so good." He gives me a wink and let's go of me, turning so that we're sitting beside each other, instead of me on top of him.

"I get that a lot, you know?" He laughs and leans in slightly. "I'm quite the catch, apparently." I don't notice until too late that I'm also leaning in. We are so close that I can feel Josh's breath on my cheeks. He closes the distance with a swift movement, his one hand cradling my head and the other on the small of my back. At first I'm shocked, how did I let this happen? Again! But then I melt into him with all of my emotions dissipating. I feel free and I long to stay this way forever.

Suddenly I hear the door click open and freeze. Shit. Who. Is. Here?