c/seven. bonhomie

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bon·ho·mie
ˌbänəˈmē,ˈbänəmē/
noun
cheerful friendliness; geniality.

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As I was about to hop in the shower I realized I forgot my conditioner. Fuck, I hate having a hair routine.

I wrapped a towel around my body and peaked outside to see if there was anybody there. To my surprise, Josh was nowhere to be seen. Where the heck did Josh go? Did he leave?

I sigh, tightening my grip on the towel and walking to my room to look for the conditioner. And indeed, it was in my room – on top of my dresser to be precise.

I grab it and walk back to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. It barely even made a sound, this apartment has sealed windows and doors as well, so it really does work as a great isolator.

I play some music on my phone before getting in the shower, and using the mixer to get the right water temperature.

I take some time showering, and open the curtain, reaching for my towel. I wrap my hair around the towel in hopes that it dried a bit before blow drying and curling it. I put some underwear on and turn back to the shower to look for some leave-in conditioner, then, the most embarrassing moment in my life happens.

Josh opens the door and his eyes widen before saying: "Oh, crap, I'm so sorry, Kayla!" Josh gasketed the door, covering his eyes in the process.

Although I was embarrassed, that last part bothered me. I know, it's kind of silly for me to get mad over Josh not wanting to see my body – I mean, he covered his eyes out of respect – but still, I felt my self-esteem lower very significantly after that.

"I didn't see anything" Josh said, before adding "Well, not for long..." He sighed, and I swear I visualized his embarrassed face.

I bite my lip, avoiding some tears that threatened to fall due to the lowering of my ego. "It's fine, Josh. These doors have seals in them, you wouldn't have known."

"Um..." Josh pauses, "Are you sure it's okay? 'cause it doesn't sound like it."

I silently sigh. "Yeah, yeah. Don't worry about it. Just let me get dressed."

And so I got dressed, and mustered the courage to walk out the door.

Josh sat in the living room, standing up after seeing I was out and fully clothed. "I'm so sorry." He slightly pouted, although I don't think he noticed he did so.

"I told you, it's fine." I replied back. I gotta admit, I'm having some sort of bitchy attitude for something that isn't his fault. If anything, he was just trying to be nice.

I'm not even trying to let him know that I'm mad. I'm just so disappointed in myself, for allowing my brain to blab about him 24/7 and make me like him, and for always wanting things my way.

Josh furrowed his brows. "No, I can tell you're mad. Seriously, I'm really, really sorry. I didn't do it on purpose-"

I groan. "It's not about whatever happened in the fucking bathroom. It's just that I'm so tired of this- this... this bonhomie!"

Josh stares at me, unsure about wether to chuckle or not. "What the heck is "bonhomie" supposed to mean?"

I rolled my eyes. "Never mind." I walked to my couch and sat down, crossing my arms and holding back tears, yet again.

It was only a couple seconds before I heard Josh start walking towards me, and pulling me into a hug, which makes me start to cry.

"It's okay" Josh cooed, "Whatever you're going through, just know that you can always trust me, I'll always try to help."

Oh, if he only knew.

I sniffled. "Thanks. I'm sorry I'm always crying and bombarding people with my problems." I wipe my eyes.

Josh scoffed. "You have never bothered me – or bombarded me – with anything." He pauses and tightens his grip around me, placing his chin on top of my head. "I'm really interested to hear everything about you, honest. I wanna be there for you, please don't prevent me from doing so."

I lightly smile. "Okay, but I need you to tell me something." I break our embrace to stare into his eyes. "Why are you worrying so much about me?"

Josh smiles as well. "There's just something about you I can't really explain."

Damn it, this guy knows what to say, when, and how to say it.

He placed a hand on my knee. "Trust me. I won't let you down."

I thought about it for a couple seconds before giving in. "Alright." I nodded, which provoked a smile from the both of us.

Maybe Josh can fix my way of seeing things.

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Holy crap, another update and it hasn't been a month? Unbelievable.

It takes me over an hour to write these, and I have work to attend to! Be patient with me, please ❤️

Also, a special shoutout to Tess for reading my books and for the amazing support! I'm glad I can write books that people actually enjoy, that's pretty mindblowing.

I think that's all

Drink your vitamins, eat your vegetables, stay street, etc etc

- Vi

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