Photoshopper: A Josh Hutcherson Fanfic

Two gallons of ice cream and a tissue box later

(Listen to 'Little Games' By The Colourist while reading this because it's perfect for this chapter and I listened to it while writing this lol)

HATRED. SADNESS. DISBELIEF. Those were pretty much the emotions that were going through my head a Day later as  I was sitting on my couch surround by two gallons of ice cream, while eating a different gallon, about 50 tissues and counting, and a pile of blankets were surrounding me and littering my lap.

Of Course those weren't my only emotions at the moment, you see about 50 other feelings were coursing through my veins too. Those were mainly Self pity and self loathing in different cases. All-in-all I was a giant monster of ice cream, tissues, and emotions.

I had 11 calls from Josh, which I answered 2 1/2 of (The 1/2 was when I accidentally butt-answered) And the other two where me informing him that if he calls again Abby will go all karate body guard on him and he'll regret it. There were only two things wrong with that cover up though, 1) Abby doesn't actually know karate And 2) He kept calling. He had also left 5 voicemails to which I deleted before I listened to them. I was trying to be heartless. Which, let me tell you, is indeed NOT easy to do when a highly famous and crazy hot celebrity is trying to call you. Normally, I would be flattered that a guy is trying so hard to contact me, but it is actually pretty hard to be flattered when your very romantic kiss was rejected.

I felt a familiar vibrating in my pocket and pulled my out my phone to, of course, see that Josh was calling me. I sighed And decides to answer to see what he actually had to say.

I picked up on the third ring.

I heard Josh' s voice on the line.

"Stella! You picked up! Wait, don't hang up, or threaten me with Abby, I know she doesn't really know karate."

"Wow aren't you smart, Sherlock" I said mockingly.

"Listen, what happened was an a misunderstanding. You have to believe me, let me explain!" Josh begged.

"A misunderstanding? Like I'm that dumb! If you didn't want to kiss me in the first place then you shouldn't have asked me on the date and led me on!"

"I did want to kiss you, but I couldn't." 

"You what, save it Josh. just save it."

I was about hang up when I heard him shout.

"Please, Stella, Meet me tomorrow at that diner downtown, Rosy' s I think, at 3:00. I'm begging you."

And then I hung up.

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It was 6:34 and I was completely and utterly bored. So I decided a call to my mom would probably be the best thing to do because it'd been a week and a half and I hadn't called her. Maybe she could help me with the Josh problem too.

I called her and she answered almost immediately.

"Hey mom, I need some help with a guy."

"Hey sweetie! I'm sure everything is fine, The guy sounds lovely, but I've got to go! I have a meeting. Love you, bye."

And like that she was gone.

Sometimes I just can't stand my mom.

I guess I was on my own deciding if I was going to go talk to him tomorrow.

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It was 12:33  in the morning and I was watching tv In living room.

Then a knock on the door.

I froze.

Then I heard a familiar voice,

"Please open up,"

Of course, it was Josh.