A Bit Too CRAZY (Josh Hutchereson FanFic)

chapter thirty-seven

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

I wake up in my bed alone. I hear soft footsteps outside my door, and then the creak of the door opening slowly. The footsteps get louder as they come closer, and then there’s a high-pitched, quick sound like a bowl on a wooden surface. I keep my eyes closed though. I feel a warm hand on my upper arm for a couple seconds, and then the covers are brought over me and up to my shoulders.

         “Scarlett?” I hear in a whispering voice. I open my eyes again, and turn around. “Hey,” Josh says.

         “What time is it?”

         “Like one in the morning.”

         “Why are you awake then?”

         “Because I wanted to be with you.”

         “Oh.”

         Josh picks up the bowl on my nightstand and holds it out. “Your forehead got really hot after a while when you fell asleep. I made you soup.”

         “Thanks.” I sit up and sit on the edge of the bed, just now noticing Josh is sitting in my desk chair. I take slow bites of the soup, but stop after a minute. “Josh, I really want to…” I don’t finish the sentence, but how would I finish it anyway? I don’t know what I want.

         “What?” Josh asks.

         “Nothing. I don’t know. I just started talking.” There’s one of those what-seems-like-forever pauses, and then I say, “I’m not perfect, Josh.”

         “Sorry, I don’t speak the language of dishonesty.”

         “Josh, seriously. I’m not perfect. I don’t want to be called perfect.”

         “Then you’re as close as they come to perfect.” Josh kisses my forehead, and keeps his forehead to mine. “Please believe me when I say that.”

         “I try too but I can’t. I’m too insane.”

         “Scarlett, please try to not let that circle your life. I don’t want that, and you shouldn’t want that, and you should just be happy. Please?”

         “It’s hard.”

         “Think of how we’ll be married within the next year. Think of how we’ll be raising twins. Think of the happy things. Be optimistic.”

         “I know.” Josh’s lips touch my forehead again, and then there’s a loud crack of thunder. I put the soup back on the nightstand and hold the covers around my shoulders. Only the moonlight and the lamp on the nightstand give us light, but I can still see Josh’s smile. I see him lean in, and then our lips come into contact and that same warmness and softness and gentleness is there, but it might be warmer because of my being sick. When Josh pulls away, we still keep our faces close. I can feel him breathe onto my cheek.

         “What are you thinking?” he asks me.

         “Nothing,” I say. “Just that I can’t wait for… everything.”

         “We share similar thoughts, I guess.” There’s a flash of lightning and in that quick instant of extra light I see Josh’s hands start to rise. I feel them land on my neck, and he pulls me into another kiss. After almost thirty seconds, we pull back.