Fix Me

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Josh's POV

"Joshie, I'm ho- who the hell is that?" Amanda walks into my apartment, just as Sarah and I are getting to know each other a little bit more . . . Intimately.

"God dammit!" Sarah cries and stands up, looking at me with hurt in her eyes. "You have a girlfriend? What the hell, Josh?!" Before I can explain, she grabs her shoes and storms out of my apartment. I glare at Amanda as she shuts the door behind her. Just fucking great!

"You bitch! When the hell did I EVER say you could just show up and fuck up my life?"

"Oh, honey, that's what a relationship is all about. You can't just cheat on me like that." That bitch did not just say that! Not when she did it first.

"First of all, we've been over for at least month, second, who here has the right to be hurt? YOU CHEATED ON ME, REMEMBER?" I just can't take Amanda anymore. She's so annoying about everything. "Get the fuck out of my apartment, you bitch."

"Oh, babe, you'll be really sorry after this. That little girlfriend of yours, she's dead." With an evil smile, Amanda turns on her heal and clicks away down the apartment building hallway. Oh shit! I need to talk to Sarah. I need to explain that Amanda is just my psychotic ex, before she corrupts her.

I rush out the door without even putting on shoes. I run downstairs to Sarah's apartment and bang on the door, out of breath. The door swings open to an unamused Tanner. "Oh hell no." He goes to close the door, but I shove my bare foot in the door jamb. Bad idea, it hurts like a bitch.

"Please, it isn't what you think. I need to explain." I beg through my pain, pushing the door back slightly to ease off of my foot.

"Fine. But she might not listen to you." Tanner rolls his eyes and opens the door for me to come in. I appreciate that he at least let me in.

I see Sarah lying on the couch crying and I rush over to her. "Get the hell away from me!" She screams. My face falls and I move back slightly.

"No, Sare, I need to tell you the whole story. Amanda and I aren't together. She's my ex, and she cheated on me, so I broke up with her. She's a crazy bitch, unlike you. Sarah, I like you a lot." I expect her not to listen or to yell at me more, but she sits up and hugs me. I'm confused, but I hug her back.

"I'm sorry. I can't loose you, not you too." She mutters into my shoulder. I smooth her long dark hair and pull away so my face is in front of hers.

"I think we should skip the fireworks tonight . . ." I smile sadly at her. She nods and kisses my cheek softly. We sit on the couch, hand in hand and Ryan and Tanner look at us sideways before Tanner clears his throat.

"Let's play a game!" He insists. I raise an eyebrow, this cannot be good.

"Ooh! Yeah let's play truth or dare, after all, my mom isn't here to kill the buzz." Ryan laughs. I don't get the joke, but I can only imagine that some crazy shit is about to go down.

Sarah's POV

***flashback***

"Ok, so the rules are: 1. No dangerous acts for dares, 2. Whatever happens here, doesn't leave this circle. If anyone blathers, we have permission to expose them. Everyone got it?" Tanner explains.

We all nod in agreement. Ryan starts, "Ok, Brendon Boyd Urie, truth or dare?" She has a look of mischief. I glance at Brendon. He looks terrified.

"Wait, why is my middle name on public domain?" He asks, trying to stall.

"Stop stalling, make a name for yourself, boy you better put the pen to paper, charm your way out!" I playfully sing in his face.

"Stall me stall me, I'm all in!" We all glare at him and he sighs, nervously. "I'm just kidding . . . Imma go with dare, but just remember that karma is a bitch." Everyone looks at him like he's crazy. Ryan always has good dares.

"I dare you to . . . oo! Kiss Sarah!" She says, rubbing her hands together. Oh fuck. Kiss me? Well if it's for a dare . . .

"As long as Sarah is OK with it." He answers. I nod and scoot closer, turning my face towards his.

"On the lips! For at least ten seconds." Tanner adds. Goddammit. I scowls at him, then turn back to Brendon, closing my eyes and leaning in towards him.

"Wait! What counts as pedophilia nowadays? Like, if I kiss you, are you going to call rape on me of some shit?"

"Just shut up and kiss me, Brendon." I say, grabbing his shirt and pulling his face down to mine. We're pressed together, awkwardly at first, but then our lips start to move together.

"Ahem! What is going on here?" Mrs. Chum's voice pulls us out of the kiss and sends both Brendon and me shuffling to the corners of the room.