Recovery

Chapter 6

"Do you want to go to the mall and pick your outfit out for Saturday?" Josh sits up and crawls out of bed. 

I feel exhausted, and drained, mentally and physically. I nod my head. "Can we go out of town though?"

"Yeah, why?" He questions me, handing me my bag.

"I don't want to run into my dad.. or uncle."

"Of course we can."

I sit up and put my feet on the floor. "When are we going?" 

"When ever you eat and get dressed. We have till nine anyway, unless you're still 'running away.'" 

I groan. "I don't wanna get dressed." I laugh. 

He kisses my forehead and exits the room, I shrug and take out a new outfit, and taking off all of my clothes. I put my black underwear on, and as I pick up my pants to put them on, Josh walks back in with a bottle in his hands. His mouth falls open, and I don't notice him until my pants are half way up, and I'm frozen in place. 

"I.. uh.. thought you wanted... some uhm.. pain.. medicine." He mumbles, trying to move his eyes. 

"Yeah... thanks.." I turn away, and he closes the door. Now, we have moved too fast. I laugh to myself.

I get dressed, and open the door, Josh sitting in the hallway. 

"I'm sorry." He stands up. 

"It's okay."

"No, you don't need.. to be.." He struggles for the words. "People take advantage of your body, and I don't want you to think I am." 

I put my hand on his arm and he raises his face to me. He's about a foot away, and I close the door to his room behind me. "It's really okay. Nothing happened. Don't worry about it, please." 

"Okay." He smiles, "Only certain people should be allowed to see your body, and I'm not a creep, so."

"Shhhh. I told you it's fine. Now, while you get the image of my boobs out of your head, I'm going to get a bowl of cereal." I giggle. 

"Oh, I don't think I want to get your boobs out of my head."

I roll my eyes. "Question." I say as I pull out a box of fruity pebbles.

"Go ahead."

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yeah.." He rocks on his heels.

"Oh."

"Why?"

"Just wondering." Well you just saw my boobs, and I noticed you have a hard on, and I don't want you to be uncomfortable because I don't want to have sex right now, ever. 

"Oh." He sighs. "I just never found the right girl. Every girl has just thrown herself at me, you... you just rejected me." 

"I didn't reject you?" I put a spoon full of cereal in my mouth and sit at the island. 

"You did." he laughs. "I asked for your number, and you asked why. That's kind of rejecting."

"True, but I'm use to being mistreated, played, and abused. So you can't really blame me there."

"True, but I didn't know that then, and now I do."

"What's your last name?"

"What?"

"What's your last name?" I repeat. "I told you mine this morning, and now I'm wondering yours." I half laugh.

"Did you not see it on the mail box?" he tilts his head, eating an orange.