'She Doesn't Get It' - A Josh Hutcherson Fanfic.

part twenty-three.

Part 23, Josh's POV:

The rest of the night, we danced a couple of songs and as we were dancing, I thought of proposing.

Yes, proposing is a big deal but it doesn't matter when you're in love. I decided I should ask her parents for her hand first anyway, I have to tell my parents and surprise her. I want it to be something beautiful.

The song ended and we decided to clean up the yard. We finished in an hour but Thalia had all her stuff at Jennifer's so we planned to take her stuff back at mine and tonight I'll be calling Levin to take her stuff.

I 'dumped' one girl and got with another. Man whore much? I called myself a man whore then I start arguing with myself.

We're still at Jennifer's condo and Dayo and I are the only ones here who don't live here.

Jen and Thalia are putting the lights away when I see Dayo sitting on the couch.

"Dayo, man, do you think i'm a man whore? For being with Thalia, cheating," I say through gritted teeth. "Dumping Levin then getting back with Thalia?" I ask in a hushed tone.

"Really? I didn't know it went like that." He replies, "Well, in man world it's like a big earning in high fives and shit. But in reality, it isn't a thing anyone should be proud of."

"I know, I didn't expect this to happen."

"Everyone knew Levin didn't mean anything more than a cast member to you. Thalia and you were always supposed to be together."

I smile at what he says and turn my head to face the wall.

"Thanks man."

The door opens when Dayo and I share a bro hug moment.

"Josh, Dayo do you think you can help?" Jen asks with two boxes on top of each other.

We walk over and help her with the boxes but I glance out the door to the backyard and see Thalia unstringing the balloons from a tree. Some pink lights are still up and the reflection of the neighbor's pool is hitting her perfectly with her skin glowing and looks as soft as silk. Her hair is in a ponytail instead of her curls from earlier. Should I go on with the proposal? Don't think twice. When was the last time you thought of proposing to your past girlfriends? None, exactly. 

She finishes untying the last baby blue balloon and lets it go and watches it go the sky, smiles then gently steps down the stool.

 She sees that I've been watching her but she doesn't seem to mind since she walks back over.

"Need help?" She asks but I can tell she's tired, very tired.

"No thanks, babe, I got it."

She yawns and I see it's time for her to sleep.

"Here," I set the box down at the counter next to me and pick her up to take her to her room.

"I can walk myself!" She exclaims but suddenly sinks into my arms and then I can her light snoring.

I put her in the bed and cover her in the blankets then sneak out of the room after I kiss her goodnight.

"Looks like you have missed her." I turn and see Jennifer leaning against the hallway wall.

"Of course I have." I state.

"Are you sure? I mean, it looks like you never tried getting in contact with her." Ouch, coming from Jen?

"Look, this doesn't concern you."

"It doesn't? Who took her to the doctor when I knew something was wrong? Who took care of her? Who stayed up for four days straight wondering, forbidding what would happen if she wouldn't wake? Tell me, who took care of her?"

"You don't have to pull this card out on me. You know ifI knew there isn't anything I would've done to keep anything bad happening to her." I start to lose my whisper as my voice rises with frustration and anger, most of all, hurt.

"Josh, shut up. You cheated on her, took her for granted, then left her. You abandoned a beautiful woman who actually has potential to be set on the right track. How am I not supposed to get upset over this? You let her leave your house, in a car she slept in for two days before bunking with me, and with no family in Los Angeles!"

She's right, but she doesn't have to tell me like this.

"This hurts, Jennifer, I don't need to hear this when I'm gonna live with this guilt for the rest of my life! I know what the fuck I did wrong, don't need to hear it from everybody else! Stop giving me your bullshit, Jen." I'm practically yelling and by the time I'm done, I realize Thalia is in the next room sleeping.

"Then man the fuck up." She simply replies and walks into her room.

I leave the house and drive. I pull out my phone and see a club invite from Chris.

I dial his number and I need a couple of drinks to swallow down.

"Where's the party at?" It's in the back of my head of what I'm doing but Jennifer pissed me off.

Chris gives me the address and I go back home to get ready. I walk in and the house is a mess. I quickly search around if anything was robbed but nothing is missing. Pillows on the floor, CD's and DVD's thrown across the room, the TV is on a static channel, the bedroom is torn to pieces with the sheets on the floor, the bathroom is a wreck with shampoo everywhere.

I quickly think of the family pictures I have in a glass case set in the dining room, none of the pictures are smashed except one; The one of Thalia & I.