Broken (A Josh Hutcherson Imagine)

Chapter 16

*Savannah's POV* Why? That's a fair question. Why do you hate him though? Well because he's a celebrity. He's just another person who thinks he's better than everybody else, and because of his job. His job of all things makes him better than you. The fact that he's rich. The fact that his face is perfect and his body is perfect and he never has to worry about money and he always has people around him. All those things and more make you want to just punch him. "Well.." you say, trying to figure out how to answer his question. "It's just.. it's complicated." "Well like you so graciously pointed out I'm not going anywhere anytime soon so I'm all ears." he says, for the first time since you met him sounding almost angry. "Well it's just. You.. Celebrities. You all just think you're so amazing. You think because your job pays a lot of money and some people look up to you that you can do no wrong and that you're just a godsend. That you're better than me because I'm not famous and I have to struggle along with work and school and life. Well newsflash, you aren't perfect. Just because you're rich and your life is perfect doesn't mean I have to like you like every other person you encounter." you say, raising your voice a little bit, finally letting all of your emotions about Josh being your roommate out. "Okay well that is not at all true. I don't think I'm amazing because of my job. This is what I love to do. I don't act because it pays well. Obviously that's a bonus, but it's what I love to do. I'm so fortunate that it does pay well because me and my family don't have to worry about money like others do, but I know it doesn't make me at all better than people who work day in and out to support themselves. Oh and just so you know, I sure as hell know I make mistakes. And I am in no way at all perfect, and neither is my life." Josh says, now as angry as you are. "Oh and that's another reason! You all want us to think every little thing you go through is the end of the world. Like seriously your accident was on the news for like, 4 days straight. Just because you got hurt." you say harshly. "Would you stop putting me in a category with every other celebrity known to man. Good god it's not my fault people put that on the news." "Well you know what Josh, just take your perfect little face, and your perfect little body, and your perfect job, and your perfect family and your perfect life and leave it on your side of the room because I'm sick of it." you say. "Can you not see my life isn't perfect? I am stuck in a hospital room. I am literally stuck here. I can't move because my legs. dont. work. If there was a fire, I'd be stuck here to burn. At least you could get out of here, or die trying. My life isn't perfect just because I'm a celebrity. The paps invade my life and my families lives and my friends. God I just don't see why you hate me because I'm a celebrity. It's not my fault my job makes people pay attention to me more than you." "This isn't about me." you say back to him automatically. "Than who is it about?" Josh spits back at you, clenching his jaw. "It's about you! You're the one who brought it up!" you answer. "Whatever. I'm done arguing. I'm sorry you think that about me, because there's almost no truth there. But I'm done. I'm done arguing." "Perfect." you respond rudely, laying down in your bed and facing the wall opposite Josh.