Chapter 17

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Josh's POV

The second Rebecca told me she was in Warped, I knew I was in trouble. Big trouble. She wouldn't answer my messages, either. When I saw her on the bus, my whole world froze as I saw the hurt look in her eyes.

"Rebecca!" I shouted as she left the bus in anger and most likely frustration. Goddammit, why didn't I just tell her? "Son of a bitch." I was ready to follow her out when Devin stopped me.

"You're telling me, the girl you've been dating is my little cousin Rebecca?" he asked me, a serious look plastered on his face. A seriously pissed off look. "Did you get my cousin knocked up?" I sighed and shook my head. I could hear a few chuckles coming from Ricky and Vinny. I sent them a glare, silencing them immediately.

"Look, I'll explain it all when I get back," I told him, trying to find my way out. "Right now I want to go talk to Rebecca." I brushed past him and Chris without hesitation. I jumped out of the bus and looked around. I followed the red and black blob in the distance and hoped I was following Rebecca and not some random stranger. "Rebecca, please wait!" I grabbed her arm and held her tightly against me. I placed my hands gently on her face. "Please, just listen to me." Rebecca, thankfully it is her or else this situation would have really been even more awkward than it is already... Rebecca looked up at me with wide eyes, trying to keep her tears from falling.

"You said you'd never hurt me," she whispered. I shook my head. "I trusted you. You told me you'd never lie to me."

"Princess, I would never hurt you," I whispered softly. I touched her forehead with mine. "I never intended for things to go this way."

"So lying to me all this time was your way of not hurting me?" Rebecca asked angrily. She tried pulling away from me. "Joshua, let me go!"

"Please, let me explain," I begged. "Just a few minutes." She looked at me in the eyes, and it was now that she let her tears stream down her face. "Reb, please." I wiped her tears away from her soft skin. She nodded slightly. "Princess, I am so sorry. I didn't do this to hurt you. I would never do anything to hurt you. No. it wasn't the best thing for me to do and I should have told you from the beginning. I know that anything I say won't make it better. I shouldn't have lied to you like that. I am so sorry."

"Why didn't you just tell me? Were you ashamed or did you just not want me to know?" she asked, biting her lip lightly to conceal the tremor in her voice. I dropped my arms down, so they were resting on her waist.

"I don't know. It was because I was an idiotic bigot. I just wanted to have a friendship with a girl because I was a pianist who likes white hydrangeas. And then when we started dating, I didn't want the fans freaking out over it or begin taking pictures of you when we were out in public. I just wanted to be normal for a little bit. Not some rockstar keyboardist who wears makeup on stage." She giggled slightly. "What?"

"You're not using bigot in the right context," she responded, a small smile appearing on her face. I smiled slightly. "There's nothing ordinary about you, is there?" My smile grew wider. I shook my head no. "I hate you, you know." I shook my head again.

"It's kind of hard to hate a guy like me, don't you think?" I wiped the rest of her tears away with my thumb. "All better now?" She nodded. I held her in a tight hug. I sighed and pressed my head down on the crook of her neck. "I love you, Rebecca."

"I love you too, Josh," Reb muttered back. We stood there, in the middle of a parking lot, just hugging for a few minutes. "I still hate you. I hope you realize that." I chuckled slightly. "Your hugs are comforting, but the hate is still there."

"Then clearly I have to make it up to you," I stated as I poked her nose. I trailed my finger down to her lips. "May I kiss you?"

"Only if you really want to," she answered with a sweet smile. I smiled down at her. I tilted her head upwards and met her sweet lips with mine. The kiss was slow and gentle. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her right now. Well, except maybe a good shower. But kissing Rebecca just made everything right. She wrapped her arms around my neck and stood high on her toes so she could reach me.

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