My Booty and his Beast

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Well hello everybody and welcome to my very first story - on Wattpad that is. It is however my first story ever written only in English (except anything written in school), so please excuse any weird mistakes. Even if it is just something you wouldn't say so in English (sometimes English and German sentences don't match up at all). If you notice something like that, feel free to let me know in the comments.
I would however really appreciate it if you wouldn't come screaming at me for making a stupid mistake, if you just tell me nicely I will try my best to fix it!

Now have some fun with these two idiots

See you next time!

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Fuming I shove Joshua forwards. That idiot is still giggling.

"Why does it even bother you?", he barely gets the words out, stumbling on the pavement. He's having trouble walking straight with how strongly his laughter shakes his body. His blood alcohol level might tamper with his agility as well. I guess me pushing him doesn't really help, but right now I couldn't care less.

"I don't know, I just kinda thought I was your best friend in this stupid damn town...", I try to pronounce, but Joshua is not the only one with more drinks in his body that he should have.

"But that doesn't mean you have to..." His sentence is drowned by more laughter.
I try to punch him, but it ends up as more of a slap against his back. He however is drunk enough to stumble over his own feet and end up on the hard ground. That obviously doesn't lead to a breather of his laughter, it just rises, grows deeper and once again my face heats up.

I heat up quite a lot around him. It started about a week after we first met and has grown pretty fast since then.
Joshua and I met about a year ago, both stupid first year college students with no clues whatsoever, more than just a little lost in the horror that is college.

Joshua was more or less fawned over by a load of people, which is not really a surprise. He just oozes out security, kindness and the weird comfort of a teddy bear. Sometimes he just grumbles and huffs, he believes that words are overrated.

I was the typical shy loner who didn't want to interact with anybody or anything, hiding behind books and doors and once even a small palm tree. People just really aren't up my alley.

Joshua however found me... funny I guess. He sat behind me once and suddenly asked me what some words on the blackboard meant since our professor probably never learned how to write in a way people could read. I blushed nervously, people are one of my biggest fears and being spoken to is just about my worst nightmare. I mean, drowning probably sucks too, and I really wouldn't want my whole family to be murdered suddenly, but random people talking to me is still pretty high up on my I-hope-these-never-happen-scenarios-list.