Jumping to Confusions

Chapter Four ~ Oh. My. God.

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"Cat, I want to show you something upstairs," Josh said emphasizing on my name. I looked at Tessa before leaving to walk up the stairs and see what ever Josh wanted to show me and let me tell you, that was not her happy face.

"So, what did you want to show me?" I asked Josh but instead of him replying he just opened the door of the room in front of us.

"That."

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I looked around the room in aw. It was a small room with dark flooring and blue walls but you could hardly notice that with all the shine from the medals and trophies. When Josh had called me up here, I expected him to show me a photo or something along those lines.

I was not expecting this.

"I was talking to Peter and he mentioned that you were into soccer so I thought that since your at my house, I could show you," Josh said.

"It's amazing. How did you manage to get all those trophies. They are yours, right?," I asked Josh.

"Yep, they're all mine. I earned them, of course. How did you expect me to have these big guns" - flexing and showing off his muscles - "without working hard," Josh said. I laughed at his attempt of trying to be funny.

Then he gave a look. A look which - I'm guessing- meant 'why are you laughing'? I get that a lot.

"Oh um... I was just laughing at your American accent, like how you say soccer instead of football and your attempt of showing off your 'big guns'," I said. I guess you could say that it was partly true. His accent is funny but that wasn't the actual reason I was laughing. Thankfully, Josh dropped the subject and started talking about his trophies.

"I started playing football when I was around the age of 8," Josh said, emphasizing on the word football."You think that American schools are all about football, like the one you throw around but the school I went to only offered a soccer team which I joined. It was great considering I already had experience from my years of playing before," he continued.

"Uh huh. Interesting."

"Wow Cat, I love your enthusiasm," Josh said in the same level of sarcasm I had used in my voice before. Let's just say that sarcasm and I were best of friends. If sarcasm was a subject, I would have totally aced it.

"Sorry but I can't be happy here while you boost about yourself. I used to play when I was younger and I also played tennis but I was never this good at either of them. You probably have a different room filled with different kind of sport trophies."

"Some people can be good at some things while others may not. I happen to be good at sports while you might be good at something else," Josh said. I guess what he was saying was true.

Why do hot guys always have to be right?

"You doubt yourself alot, Cat. If you put some effort in maybe you earn these yourself one day," Josh say while pointing to his trophies that were lined up neatly on a shelf.

"Yeah, in the meantime let's go and give the tooth fairy a visit," I said in a sarcastic voice, hinting that will never happen. "We better head back downstairs. Peter and Tessa are probably wondering where we are."

"Yeah, I kind of forgot about them. Come on," Josh said without bringing up 'me starting sports' topic. He was leading the way because - let's face it - I'm terrible when it comes to directions. It's another thing that I inherit from my oh-so-lovely father.