"Mya! Mya! Open this jar?" Josh called out towards his small friend. She was adorable as she attempted to pry the lid off the pickle jar. And her beautiful, well managed hands turned white as she tried harder to open the sealed container.
How can she be so perfect? He thought that when she did anything. She was just that amazing.
I remember baby sitting her her, she was so adorable. She would talk about how much she hated me, her first crush was me though, and then she got older. She matured, she grew into a young woman. A very beautiful, intelligent, hilarious, amazing young woman. As soon as I saw her as more than a child, she saw other guys. Guys her age. But those guys never made her laugh like I did, those guys didn't wipe her tears, those guys weren't there to help her ride her bike or help her sneak into concerts, I was though. I was always there for her. Sometimes I think I'm inlove.
Isn't that something? A guy falling for a girl 9 years younger than him? Probably sounds gross, huh? Shes 16, the consenting age. God, I probably sound like a pervert. I'm not. I don't think I am. I'd never make a move unless it was consentual, if theres one thing I'd never do, it'd be hurting Mya.
All I can think right now is being Mr. and Mrs. Josh-
"Jar." A faint voice says.
No, not jar. Mister and Misses Josh-
"Jar!" The voice says again.
And then my little day dreaming session ends and Mya appears waving a jar in my face. An open jar.
"Mya, ya did it!" I screech taking out a pickle and chomping into it.
"Yeah, Mr. Dazing Dun. What were you thinking about?"
"The most beautiful girl in the world..." I said awkwardly.
"Lana Del Rey, aye! The things I'd do to that woman. I'll tell you this much, I love Pepsi-" Mya began, running a hand through her wavy hair.
"Yikes, no more detail please!"
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He's Fairly Local |-/ TØP Fanfic
FanfictionHe's that guy that walked the street. The one who's eyes; were irresistible. The guy; who now speaks to me through his music. I think I'm inlove. One problem I'm 16. He's 25. And now he's coming in my bedroom window. He's Josh Dun.
