Discretion | Josh Dun

33| Exposure

A/N: It's been a hell of a while. Few things get cleared up in this chapter. If you're confused reread Chapters 14 and 16. Really interactive Chapter, feel free to interact with the text and point out to me when you're confused.

Here's to some recap and well owed explanations.

Let me know what you think. x

☼ Phoebe

          I held the yellow flowers to my chest as he absentmindedly rubbed his thumb across my hand. After a few minutes of me struggling to walk through the field, we came up to a single table, lit up with candles and fairly lights.  The small table had a white table cloth, a variety of candles, and a picnic basket on top of it.  

"Take a seat, princess." He grinned widely, pulling out the wooden chair for me to sit.

"Thank you, sir." I teased him as I adjusted myself in my seat.

I watched Josh carefully as he placed a plate in front of each of the seats, then set out two wine glasses. "Now I know you're underage, but if you don't tell I won't." He laughed as he poured the red liquid into my glass.

The boy took a seat across from me and began eating his plateful of pasta.  I couldn't help but smile to myself at how goofy Josh looked devouring his food faster than the speed of light. He caught me staring and his cheeks reddened, making him look irresistibly adorable. "What?" His voice was that of a little boy's, accompanied with both shaky, shy smile and eyes.

"Nothing," I sighed, "it's just so funny to see you eating anything other than Cheerios or pancakes."

"Whatever, Phoebe." He rolled his eyes at me, "More wine?" He gestures to my now empty glass.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I laughed as I held out my glass to him.

"Oh yes." He rolled his brown eyes again as he poured more, and handed it back to me. "How'd you figure out my plan?" His lips spread into a cheesy smile.

I nibbled on my food slowly trying to not make a fool of myself when eating one of the messiest a foods know to man.  Josh watched me with a frown. "Do you not like it?" he asked a little sadly. "I'm sorry I know I'm not the best cook." He looked to his lap.

"No, Josh." I laughed a little at his unusual shyness. "It's amazing, I'm just trying not to make a mess of myself." I explained, and his eyes lit up.

"Like that one time at the coffee shop where you got whipped cream on your nose?" He leaned forward a little to supporting himself with his elbows. "Do you remember how flustered and embarrassed you got?"

"How could I ever forget." I crinkled my nose at the unpleasant memory.

"Well that was the first time I really thought about kissing you." Josh rubbed the back of his neck, making the muscles in his arms become defined from under the shirt.

"No way." I sipped the last drop of my wine, him pouring me some more.

"Yes way, you look so cute when you blush." He shrugged, his lips curling into a smile.

"It's my secret weapon." I say sarcastically, "It lures men by the hundreds."

Josh's gentle smile quickly turns into a sad frown,  "Wait, what?"

I ignored it and took another sip of wine, "Oh totally. Boys stay knocking on my door."

"You're kidding right?" The left side of his face lifted into a crooked half smile.