Crush or Crushed?

Chapter 1

Josh Hutcherson.

It's no way its him. It can't be. This kind of thing only happens in the movies.

When he gets me back to his car he opens the front door and sits me down in the seat. Still facing the outside. He walks around to the other side of the car and grabs something out of a compartment in the car. "Here" he says handing me some napkins and i think a water bottle.

I try to open the water bottle but my hands have blood all over them form my face and i cant seem to open it. "I'll do it" He takes the bottle from my hand and opens it. He then put water on the napkin and rub my forehead for me.

"Ouch" i say in pain of the cloth on my face. "Sorry. Its... bleeding" he says unsure of what to say. "How bad is it?" i ask scared of the answer. "Oh its not that bad. just cut. and bleeding. and i think your leg is all scratched up too" he says motioning to my leg.

When he finally gets done cleaning my face he steps back and moves my face from side to side looking at it. "Well. I'm no doctor but i think you're okay." I take this moment to get a good look at him and make sure im not hulucinating. Nope it's really Josh.

I start to freak out on the inside then remember if he thinks im some crazed fan he will never help me again. i think of something to say.

"Thank you." thats all i can say. He stand up now and pulls me out of the car then sits me on the hood "Lets see your leg now. I believe its bleeding through your pants."

I look down at the rip in the lower part of my jeans. Blood is everywhere and a hole is torn out of them. I look toward the direction where i fell. "Must have been a big rock" He laughs "I'd say so."

I pull my jeans up to my knee and i dont dare look at the cut on my leg. I dont do good with blood. I feel a breeze hit it and i can already tell its bad. "Uh."

i laugh i little to make him feel better about this "Well thats never good" i say with a slight smile. "Oh i'm so sorry. i just really hate blood. and....blood" he says laughing.

I jump off the car. "Don't worry about it. I can just... Uh. I'll be okay. just dont worry i'll be fine"

I start walking down the road. i realize we are in the middle of nothing but dessert. and as far as i can see it nothing but falt land. "HEY" he screams from behind me "Where are you going?" He screams again. I dont really know. I just cant stay here with him.

First: He is super famous.

Second: i basically just almost killed him.

Third: i've had this major crush on him since i was around 7.

I cant handle prentending im not freaking out. "I think i can walk to town from here." I scream back.

i can hear him running up to me so i slow down. He stops me by pulling on my shoulder. "There isnt a town for days out here. Either way. You can't just walk to a town" He says looking at me being serious.

I think about it. He's probably right. "Well. I could call my mom to come get me or something."

"Okay. Lets go back to the car" I turn around and realize i walked way to far for my comfort to get back. My leg starts to bleed again. running down my calf and into my shoes. I look down and gasp alittle. "Can i stop for a second."

I sit down on the ground. I'm working up the nerve to look at my leg. When i finally look its actually worse than even i thought. "Uh. I'll just carry you" He offers. i can tell by his voice he is alittle weirded out by this whole situation but i am too. "No. I can walk"

I stand up and start to walk and the pain just gets worse. "No. Just stop being arrogant and let ne carry you."

i start to walk faster so he cant catch up but he soon does. The he picks me up. Bridal style "I said just stop being arrogant."

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