Makeshift Chemistry (Josh Franceschi Fanfic)

"One of these days, you'll stop pretending you will be a little less condescending." I sing along with the lead singer of Man Overboard, flipping another pancake into the air and letting it land with a satisfying slapping noise.

I wiggle my hips to the beat and turn my attention to the bacon. Josh would be up soon and be nice and grumpy because of the killer hangover he was gonna have when he awoke.

Last night was my birthday and as my best friend he insisted on throwing me a huge party, in which he got drunk, got naked and then proceeded to tackle me.

Not to mention covering my face in sloppy, drunk kisses.

As if I minded. A loud knock startles me from my remnants of last night and I jump, running my fingers through my long, freshly dyed black hair and smoothing down my...well, Josh's Taking Back Sunday teeshirt.

It was, of course, way too big for my short body and hung quite loosely on my torso.

The knocker knocks again, this time louder and more forceful. "Alright alright I'm coming!" I frown, unlocking the front door and opening it.

I almost groan aloud but force a smile instead.

"Hey Nikki." She ignores my greeting, pursing her perfectly shaped pink lips together.

"When your drunk bastard of a best friend wakes up tell him to fuck off and I never wanna see his stupid fucking British face again!" With that she walks away, her light brown hair swinging behind her.

I roll my eyes, shutting the door and going back to breakfast. I swear those two break up every god damn week. It doesn't bother Josh anymore.

He makes a game out of it, seeing how long she'll go before texting him a long, apologetic text.

Grumbling, I crack a few eggs into the pan and wait a moment. They're ridiculous. Josh and Nikki were ridiculous.

And you're ridiculous if you don't think you're crushing on that man harder than Max when you kissed him in eighth grade. Max was another friend of mine and is in Josh's band.

At a party in the eighth grade we got dared to kiss each other and by the time we were done the poor boy had a boner.

To this day we give him shit for it. Hearing my bedroom door open, I can't help but smile as a very grumpy and tired looking Josh comes in, shirtless with PJ pants on.

"Oi Claire bring me food and take care of me today I think Nikki's pissed off at me." He plops down on the couch, throwing his arm over his head and groaning dramatically.

"Yeah she stopped by this morning, something about never wanting to see your stupid fucking British face again." I shake my head, bringing him a heaping plate of eggs, bacon and pancakes. He sits up, kissing the top of my head in appreciation.

"Thanks babe." I nod, watching him. Something wasn't right. Usually he would laugh Nikki's dramatics off and crack jokes about their many, many breakups and that's when I saw it. How could I not have seen it before?

Their breakups did hurt him. And this time, there were not going to be long apologetic texts.

No more I love you's. Nikki and Josh were done. And I can't figure out why I'm so happy about it.

A/N :

Alrighty so hi this is my Josh Franceschi fanfic I've been wanting to do this for awhile and I'm finally getting around to it.

Updates should be regular because lets be honest I have nothing better to do than sit here and write fanfic.

Okay okay bye.

PS : Josh is such a babe not even sorry.