Makeshift Chemistry (Josh Franceschi Fanfic)

Chapter Two - Face Down

"Joooosh." I whine, bopping him across the head with a pillow.

It'd been a few days and he was still in a slump, sitting around on my couch and making me watch old romance movies with him.

He doesn't move, just makes an inaudible sound and buries his face further into the couch. I frown, sitting on his back.

"Joshua get your lazy arse up you can't be miserable all your life." Nothing.

"Joshua James Alphonse Franceschi I mean it." Still nothing.

God this was frustrating. Not because he was still upset but because I still didn't know why exactly.

Nikki and him broke up so many times it made my head spin so, why care now? Laying out on top of him I sigh, giving up for the moment. What seems like hours pass by before he finally says something. My name.

"Claire?" I shift around so he can turn over and face me.

"Yea Joshy?" He blinks a few times, pulling me into his grasp.

"Why do I always fuck up relationships?" I frown, propping myself up on my elbow.

"Well, personally, I think a relationship requires two people who want the same things and are willing to work at it together." He doesn't say anything, playing with my hair absentmindedly.

"Josh look, you and Nikki didn't want the same things. Neither one of you were willing to work at it either. Please don't blame yourself." He smiles a bit, finally satisfied with my answer.

"I knew I kept you around for a reason." Grinning, I kiss his forehead gently.

"What would you do without me?" He shrugs, his face becoming serious once more.

"Claire you really do mean a lot to me, and I-"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence because my phone starts to blare a Blink song, signaling Dan Flint was calling me.

Another one of Josh's bandmates and one of my oldest friends.

"What do you want Flint?" I snap as I press the phone to my ear.

I was irritated now. The one time Josh wasn't being a total arse and this knobhead had to go and interrupt.

He chuckles at my agitation, "Claire Bear bring Loverboy and lets go out tonight!" I assumed Loverboy was Josh and smile a bit.

Alcohol was what I needed. Alcohol and someone to make me forget this ridiculous crush that seemed to be growing each day.

"Sounds great, I'll get Mr Grumps ready and meet you at Marky's."

Marky's was the best bar/club around and our favorite place for when the boys weren't on tour.

"Alright, see you in an hour." I end the call and look over at Josh, who has gone back into silence. I poke him, "We're going to Marky's be ready in 45 minutes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Claire..."

"Josh."

He throws his hand up in frustration and walks back to my bedroom, shutting the door.

I smile in triumph and scurry into the bathroom, taking a quick shower and wrapping a towel around my body as I step out.

This crush thing was getting out of hand. Josh was my best friend. My super hot, funny, amazingly talented best friend.

"Fuck." I mumble, opening my bedroom door and shrugging my towel off. I rake through my closet, pulling my black, long sleeved fitted dress out. It hugged my body and went just above my knees.

Hearing a cough behind me I turn around quickly and grab my towel from the floor covering myself.

"Shit Josh you almost gave me a heart attack."

He smirks, amused. "Could say the same about you there, love." I gulp, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

I'd totally forgotten he went in here to get dressed. He stands up, fully dressed in black jeans and a DBNO sweater, laughing and heading towards the door.

"I'll see you in the uhm living room then."

I nod, burying my face in the towel once he's gone. Fucking hell Claire just strip for him why don't you? Fuck fuck fuck.

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A/N : So yeah there's chapter two, I'll start writing them longer I'm just trying to get everything set and what not.

Mmkay so comment, vote and all that good stuff I'm always looking for new ideas and criticism.

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