Is it Really You? (a Josh Hutcherson Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: This Can't Be You

It's been a week since that happy, cuddly movie day we shared. I miss Josh more than anything but I'm extremly proud of him for his great acting career that's really taken off in the past few months. He's met every actor imaginable and when he could, he would introduce me to a select few. Even though, every interview he's in he talks of me more than you would think. All the press know of me and a select number of magazines are filled with pictures of Josh and I, taken when we weren't informed of any nosey photographers nearby.

I check my phone for any new messages as I roll out of bed to lazily attempt to make my way down the stairs. None. Josh hasn't texted or called in 5 days, which I expected but at the same time, I feel slightly uneasy at the thought. I text him goodnight and goodmorning every day, but as busy as he is I'm sure he just doesn't have time. I've been too concerned lately, honestly Claire bug off, your boyfriend is an actor. I think as I pour a cup of coffee and dump the cream in, not caring at all. While walking over to the couch I notice my phone screen light up and immediatly delight fills my every nerve. My face slightly drops as I notice Lexi's name appear on the too bright screen. "Turn on channel 3. Now." Umm, the entertainment channel ...ok? Maybe it's Josh, wouldn't be surprised, Lexi freaks out every time she so much as hears the name Josh.

After laying on the couch I pick up the remote quickly and hurry to select channel 3 on our new television that is much too bright for me this early in the morning. The image and words of the preppy news girl that light up the screen stop me in my tracks and my coffee drops out of my hands and spills everywhere while my body stays frozen against the now cold couch. Sobs begin racking through my lifeless body as I abruptly turn off the TV and throw the remote onto the hardwood beneath me. How could he? He..... I thought he loved me....? "Josh Hutcherson has been seen around town lately with a new girl.... Is this a new lover for Josh? How is that Claire girl taking it? Hmm...." The stupid preppy girls' words pop into my head and a new wave of tears stream down my face.

Josh. My Josh, now hers, was standing with his arm around her walking and having an obviously good time while I'm sitting here pathetically waiting for him to just send a text, anything, just something. I feel stupid as I slump back to my bedroom and crawl into bed, how pathetic. My phone blows up and I know that they could only be from Lexi or another one of my friends that she probably told. I ignore it and roll over to look out the large window to my right before sleep envelopes my lifeless state.

I can't take it anymore. I can't lay here and cry till all the moisture in me no longer exists. I. Can't.

My annoying alarm clock goes off way too early for me and I roll over to check the time. 6:00 am, the bright letters flash on the empty black screen. Great, now it's time to fake a smile and act like I'm alive while I can barely breathe. The persistent aching in my chest has yet to cease as I get up and pad over to my dresser.

I apply minimal makeup and pull on a pair of baggy sweats before walking downstairs to face my parents. They turn to smile upon hearing my slow descent down the stairs but their eyes go wide as soon as they see me. My once bright blue eyes have now taken over a more puffy and gloomy look form the hours of crying and they're bloodshot from lake of sleep. The color has all but drained from me and my usual happy, quick movements have turned to that of a zombie.

"Honey, what... what happened?" my mum stutters while standing in a frozen and bewildered position in the kitchen. I don't even speak, afraid that my voice will crack and shatter to the ground before reaching her. I simply stand and do what I've been dreading since yesterday, I turn on the TV and flip to the rerun of yesterday's entertainment show. As the show from yesterday plays in front of us I stand there looking like the pathetic idiot I am and my mum covers her mouth with her hand, trying to mask the small tears that now run down her face. I lean over to my mum closing the small empty space between us and hug her close as we stand there in a peaceful silence. "I.. I'm so sorry Claire. This has to be fake! I mean look at how photoshopped it looks and and you know that Josh would never do this to you! He loves you too much, I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at you, there's just, there's just something there. I know it." A look of sympathy, worry and a feeling that I can't decipher flash across my mum's face when I pull away and I know that I won't be able to hold back the tears much longer so I turn and walk back up to my room.

After crawling back into bed I realize that my phone hasn't stopped going off for the whole time that I've been in here. I know I heard it going off while I was downstairs too, it's probably broken again. That stupid phone, I knew that I needed a new one!

My phone falls back to the hard surface of my nightstand as I read the first few texts that have lit up and completely covered the lock screen. Josh💕: Claire please listen to me.... Josh💕: Please please please you are my everything and..... Josh💕: I love you Claire! Ok, you see that?? I love you more than anything and I would do anything to be with you right....

He loves me.. he really feels that way? We have been dating for six months and we've never said I love you to each other. I know I love Josh, there's just a special connection between us that... This sounds so stupid. Who am I kidding, he's probably with that girl right now... But maybe he was being serious, maybe he feels this special thing too. Is this really him?

I walk back over to my bed debating whether to myself whether or not to believe Josh. Minutes pass and soon my curiosity gets the best of me, I have to read those texts that are currently blowing up my phone.