'I hate snow days.' I grumbled loudly as my friend, Josh, skipped into the room with two large mugs and the biggest, goofiest smile on his face.
'(Y/n), it's Christmas Eve! It's not just a snow day! You're forced to stay here with me all day!' He exclaimed, his stretchers bouncing slightly as he hopped over to the tv and flicked it on. 'We still have electricity so be grateful for that.'
'I should be, but I'm not. We watch tv all the time and I hate the Christmas specials that're playing.' I continued to keep my head down and arms crossed as he casually ignored me and waltzed towards one of the many shelves he had in his bedroom. He raised his finger and ran it along the spine of the movies and books which were mixed together because according to him they were basically the same. 'Do you have any alcohol?'
'Surprisingly no. I thought I'd get rid of it since you were coming over because last Christmas you got so drunk you started crying. It was incredibly depressing for me.' Josh finally found something and shouted "eureka" like a certain skeleton from a Christmas movie I knew he was about to suggest we watch. 'Were watching Nightmare Before Christmas.'
'We watch that every year.'
'Yeah well you don't have anyone else to spend Christmas with so suck it up and drink your hot chocolate. You look like you're freezing to death.' He frowned as I stared at the cup sitting in one of my crossed hands and sighed, the reminder of being alone every Christmas not doing anything good for me. 'Sorry, that was harsh...' He quickly put the movie on and turned off the lights. He chugged his drink down and bolted off into the kitchen to put the cup away. Those few seconds he was gone felt so unbearably lonely but the very second he stepped back into the room I felt completely fine. I didn't have a care in the world when Josh was around. His chubby cheeks, the obvious beauty spot, he was a god damn heart attack. His black hair was always so smooth and easy to play with whilst the rest of his body was more luring and sexy. It was an odd combination of things that made the perfect man. Needless to say, I had a guilty crush but I never wanted to admit it to him because I always felt like he was far too good for me. The movie finally began to play after the ads and copyright warnings were shown and that caused the older man to squeal with excitement and jump on the bed. I almost spilled my drink so I placed it on the bedside table and tried to enjoy myself.
To no ones surprise, I couldn't.
Though the cute songs and freakish imagery were tempting, I had something much prettier to look at. The way Josh would hum along to the music and occasionally giggle at the terrible voice acting made me want to hug him and never let go. 'You don't seem to be trying to hide the fact that you're staring at me.' I had zoned out so far that I didn't realise he was looking back at me. My face suddenly went red as I averted my gaze from my stunning friend and looked down at my hands which were firmly buried in my lap.
'Sorry, I got distracted.'
'By me? (Y/n) I know I'm pretty but I ain't that fucking pretty.' He quoted, lifting the tv remote and pausing his movie. 'What's wrong?'
'Nothing is wrong.'
'(Y/n) I've known you for twenty years. I can tell when you've got shit on your mind. I also know what to get you for Christmas, the stages you go through on your period, the names of every guy you've ever dated, everything.'
'I haven't dated anyone.'
'Exactly. Tell Josh what's wrong.' He shifted himself so he sat right in front of me and leaned his head in his hand as I began to speak.
'There's this guy...I've known him for a few years and I really like him but I don't know how to tell him. He likes all the same stuff I do, he's absolutely stunning and the way he moves just...it makes my chest hurt. I love the way he sways his hips as he walks, how he spends so much time doing his hair and makeup before even going into the backyard and I love him. He's just so qwerky and strange...yet so optimistic about everything.' As I finished speaking, I noticed the twitch in Josh's smile. He looked slightly off and immediately realised that I could see it and was awaiting a response from him.
'W-Well uh...I'm going to assume I don't know this guy-'
'You do.'
That seemed to break him even more. Admittedly, I loved watching him crumble to bits. It reminded me that Josh was still human and not an angel. 'Is it Chris? It's fucking Chris isn't it? That fucker!' Josh suddenly got up and began pacing back and forth, the sound of his socks shuffling against the carpet making me giggle.
'It's not Chris.'
'Devin?'
'Nope.' Josh really began to think after that. He froze and began tapping his index finger on his chin aggressively, saying his thought process out loud.
'I know it isn't Ricky because that short-arse is not your type. Ryan is a good guess but you two don't interact much and I know you prefer being with people you've known for a long time. I literally don't know anyone but them. Is it...' He suddenly trailed off, the realisation finally dawning on him. 'Honey, have you fallen for our lord and saviour Jesus Christ?' I covered my mouth with my hand to stop him from seeing me laugh but it was too late, I had already snickered and giggled enough for him to know that I found his joke funny.
'N-No Josh, I'm not in love with Jesus.' I laughed gently as Josh groaned and began complaining.
'I'm so confused! You're saying it's somebody I know but I literally don't know anyone but those guys and you've said it isn't them so who is-'
'It's you.' I cut him off, awkwardly twiddling my thumbs as Josh stood there completely dumbfounded. 'I like you, okay? I like everything about you and it kills me to know that another girl could swoop in and take you from me.' Josh silently crawled back onto his bed and curled up right next to me, his knees childishly pressed against his chest.
'(Y/n), are you just saying this because you're trying to run away from your love for Jesus?'
'Damnit Josh I'm trying to be serious!' I exclaimed as he simply smiled and looked at me.
'You know I can't be serious. Especially when there's girls involved.'
'Can you shut up? I'm trying to think!' I placed both my hands over my face and tried to think about anything other than the him not liking me back. I had played the rejection scenario multiple times over in my head, hoping it'd prepare me for my inevitable disappointment.
'There's nothing to think about. We like each other and this is the part where you hug me, I kiss you and we let our 20 years of sexual frustration towards each other work it's magic. I'm just waiting for your hug.' Josh extended his arms and prepared himself as I tackled him with all my strength. He fell onto his back as I straddled myself on his waist and aggressively buried my face in his belly. I leaned back so I was just sitting on him and waited for him to sit up.
'Get up, this is the part where we kiss.'
'Hold on, me and my dick are having a heated argument about who gets to sit straight first.' Josh joked before finally sitting up. I immediately leaned forward and attached our lips and, oh god, he tasted like chocolate. There was a faint taste of marshmallow lingering on his tongue that I discovered once our lips parted. I pressed my hands to his cheeks and suddenly pulled away, not realising how much I needed air at that very moment. 'You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of that.' Josh panted, obviously lacking air like I was.
'I think I can guess considering you've been poking me through your jeans since I even breathed on you.'
'Very funny.'
