I smile shyly and he leans into me.
_________________*maddie pov*
Josh lays a light kiss on my forehead as my face blushes wildly. I grab my phone from its place on the coffee table and open it up. "Heads up?" I ask him, my favorite game. He nods enthusiastically and I pull open the app. The next hour entails sideclutching laughter and fun, and once we finish the last set, we're both on the floor in hysteric chuckling. Once we've calmed down slightly, I sit up. "Are you hungry?" I ask, awaiting his response. "Yea, I could eat." He says as we both stand up and walk to the kitchen. I pull out pasta and a pot. I fill the black metal cookware with water and put it on the stove to boil as I grab a wooden spoon.
Josh just sits up on the counter, watching me zip around the kitchen. Once I've become stationary at the stove, stirring the light yellow noodles, he jumps down and comes up next to me. I point to the butter next to the stove with my elbow, signaling him to reach around me and grab it. He cuts it into smaller pieces so it will melt in the pot. I spin around him and drain the pasta into the grey metal strainer in the sink, then hold the pot out to him as he drops the butter in, letting it melt lightly over the hot metal. I put the pasta over top, then mix it up. I add the last ingredients and serve it up in bowls.
We sit at the table and eat, talking everyone and a while. My phone rings, a Mashup of Cancer and A Car a Torch a Death, both by twenty øne piløts. I flip it over to answer it, only to see it's an unknown number from texas. I let it ring, then Josh looks up. "I love twenty one pilots." He says smiling. "Yea, same. The music really helped me through a lot of crap through the years." I say, a small smile creeping over the left side of my face. We talk about our favorite songs for a while, enjoying each others company.
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