"Number 2 please" I said with a sweet and innocent smile.
"of course" the lady behind the counter said.
I walked past Abby just to hear her say "Kiss up" With a smirk.
she was right, I was a kiss up. But I have a theory, the sweeter you are to whoever you're ordering from, the quicker you get your food! smart right? I call it the order theory.
I wandered around the room looking for a place to sit. I settled on one of those tables that have the really high chairs and the table is small and round. it looked clean and was beside the window.
I sat on my phone playing Candy Crush until Abby came walking over with our food.
"while you were over here picking out only the finest table you could find," Abby said sarcastically, "I got AND paid for our food."
But I wasn't listening. I had already began devouring the greasy goodness that is a Chick-Fil-A chicken sandwich.
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When I had finally slowed down my eating to a minimum Abby had started to try to talk to me about Josh not calling me again.
"We need to get his number!" Abby said for about the 50th time in one minute.
"ABBY, if he wanted to call he would have by now! he just isn't interested in getting to know me! okay? I mean it's not like I Gave him the.... Oh no. " I said while gulping, realizing what I had done.
Abby gasped when she realized it to.
"YOU DIDN'T!" she screamed while getting a weird look from the family beside us.
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! YOU KNOW I'D NEVER GIVE HIM THAT NUMBER ON PURPOSE!"
" I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS."
I had done it. I had given him the wrong number. but no, not just wrong number. I had given him the rejection hotline. basically what it is, is a number you give to someone you don't want to call you. then when they do call the get this recorded voice saying, you've reached the rejection hotline. you've been rejected. goodbye.
it's horrible.
but it gave it to anyone who tried to hit on me.... okay I don't really use it that much, but I have it memorized! I gave it to Josh by mistake!
"Come on," Abby said while grabbing my arm and pulling me out of my seat.
" What are we doing?" I asked while walking to the door with her.
"We are going to your house to fix this." she demanded as we made it to her Blue mini Cooper.
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"What to doooo?" Abby was saying while thinking of a plan.
I, on the other hand, was counting where the paint was peeling on my ceiling while lying on my bed.
one.
"We could kidnap him!"
two. three.
"Do you remember his Aunt's last name?"
five.
"I'VE GOT IT!" Abby screamed while jumping on top of me.
"What?" I said while trying to get up.
"We," she started, " Are going go back to where you first met, on the trail!"
I thought for a second
then I nodded.
"That could work..." I slowly said.
"let's go right now!" she screamed while trying to pull me up.
"OR," I planted while pulling away, "we could wait to go at the time we met tomorrow..."
"Oh. yes. that's smarter." Abby said mumbling.
We both sat down grinning.
"You," I began, "are going to Stay the night here, and we are going to have an all night Josh Hutcherson movie night!"
let's just say I have every Josh Hutcherson movie there is...
"What are we waiting for?!" Abby grinned back as I began to put one of his movies, The forger, in the DVD player.
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AUTHORS NOTE: IT TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE THIS UPDATE. it's kind of a filler chapter... sorry! the next one should be action filled!
-Lauryn-elizabeth
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Photoshopper: A Josh Hutcherson Fanfic
Fanfiction"I've got to be with you." And then he did it again. He leaned in. And our lips collided.
