"So, earlier?"
Josh asked me.
I knew in the back of my mind, if I attempted to share, I'd start bawling.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"I could tell through your voice that there was something up."
I took a deep breathe.
"You better get a box of tissues and ear plugs then."
I kidded around.
"No need for those, I'm all open."
He flashed a sincere smile at me.
Though, this felt quite odd.
Every time I had been with Josh, it was never really grave.
He's usually such an obnoxious trouble maker, always flirting up on the spot and just wild.
I backed away from him, turning to face his direction with my legs crossed on the sofa.
"This morning, we grabbed a bite to eat at a small diner.
When I stepped out, getting a good whiff of the fresh food..."
I choked up all over again.
"It just.. Really took me back."
I then began to weep.
Josh pulled me closer to him for a hug, burring my head to his chest.
Yet, this was only the second time we've ever hugged. The first being at his 18th birthday party.
"Hey hey, no. Don't cry. I promise, I'll be here for you, alright?"
He whispered to me, full of pity.
My tears rained all over his plain white t-shirt, the small amount of makeup I still had on from the last crying session, got on it as well.
A few minutes later, I released myself from him.
"Looks like I've got a little bit of girl on me."
He chuckled.
It made me let out a slight giggle.
"Ah man! I'm sorry."
He stood up slowly took it off, as if he was trying to turn me on.
"Damn."
I mumbled under my breath.
His body is absolutely perfect.
He's blessed with big biceps, an eye pleasing eight pack abs and a deep v-line.
I couldn't control myself after seeing such a heavenly thing.
I wiped up my face.
"You know, I think I'll just start unpacking now."
I quickly grabbed a couple boxes, making my way upstairs.
"Hey, let me help you."
Josh called to me.
"Uh..... I can get it myself. Thanks though!"
I ran up the stairs.
When I reached mine and Sarah's room, I threw down the boxes to open the door.
"Finall-"
"Eeeeep!"
I cut off Sarah.
"Oh my gosh, PLEASE don't sa-"
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Teen FictionEaran Edwards; your 17 year old typical girl, had just moved back to her Texas small town from the Philippines to enter another journey, 'college life'. Her life honestly was a bit of a bumpy road; a long list of trial, let's just say. But suddenly...