Not Just A Fan - Josh Hutcherson

Chapter 3

Emma's POV.

I wake up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock going off. My hand frantically searches for the snooze button until I finally hear the noise stop. It's 1:00pm already. My family is suppose to come home later tonight so I should have time cleaning up before they arrive. I lazily sit up on my bed and stretch out my arms. My hands search for my phone only to realize that I left it downstairs. How could I have slept so long? My thoughts trail back to last night. Oh my God. How could I forget that he was in my house!

Suddenly, not feeling tired anymore, I skip off to take a quick shower and change. I run downstairs to grab my phone and call the first person that comes to mind.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mickey!" I say excitedly.

"Emma! I am so sorry about last night! I was extremely exhausted and got home really late last night and completely forgot about coming over and I know your probably pissed off but just know that I'm sorry and I should have been a better friend and-"

"Mickey!" I cut her off.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not mad at you anymore just be here at my house in ten." I tell her. Without waiting for her response, I hang up.

She is going to absolutely flip when I tell her that Josh was in my house. She knows how much I love him and she's going to wish that she was there. As I was thinking about her reaction, realization hits me. How is she going to believe that he was here? How could I be so stupid! I didn't even ask for an autograph or a picture! I grab a pillow from the sofa and scream into it. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I ruined any possible proof I had! Heck not everyone gets to meet their idol and I did.

Imagine meeting your idol, your love, your everything. Imagine talking to him, embarrassing yourself, and kissing his cheek. Imagine all of this, you know it's real, you know it happened because it's ingrained in your memory, but no one believes you. No one believes you because you ruined any chance of getting proof. I'm. So. Stupid. People will probably think it was all just a dream because that sounds more realistic than Josh Hutcherson magically appearing on my door step.

Basically my life sucks.

"Ding dong it's me!" Apparently Mickey was here. I open the door then fall back onto the sofa.

"What's wrong Em? You sounded so happy earlier on the phone?" she asks while patting my back.

"It's nothing." I say quietly.

"Come on Emma tell moms what wrong." Mickey pats her lap. I take up the offer and sit down on her.

Meet Mickayla. She's an outgoing, stunning, and funny girl. She's always the life of the party and tends to do reckless things. So basically the polar opposite of me. I've known her since high school, I was the social outcast so when she abruptly inserted herself into my life, I was shocked to say the least. Being emotional and border line obsessed with fictional characters makes it hard to interact socially with others. She is the only person who understands and puts up with my fangirl needs. Anyways, we've been best friends ever since.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." a sigh escapes my mouth.

"Try me."

I tell her everything. From the beginning of last night to this exact moment. Her face shows an arrange of emotions as I recall the events. It's dead silent for a few seconds until she speaks up.

"You're right I don't believe you." Mickey says clearly not convinced.

Well great.

Standing up, I walk into the kitchen looking for some food. The irritation I feel at that moment is strong.

"I told you, you wouldn't. You would believe me if you bothered showing up last night."

"Look I'm sorry about that.." she starts.

"I don't want to hear it! You were probably at some party getting wasted while I was here alone!" I know I shouldn't be so harsh on her but I couldn't help it.

"I really am sorry. Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?" Mickey says using her best puppy dog face. She doesn't deny my earlier statement leading me to believe that she was, in fact, getting wasted at some party. What a great friend I have.

"You know that face never works on me. But there is something you can do." I begin. Her face lights and she waits to hear what I have to say.

"Can you help me clean up the house? They'll be back home tonight."

"I'm on it! Give me a room and I'll make sure it's spotless!"

"Okay umm just work on the living room right now." and with that she was off in a flash.

I quickly proceed to clean up the kitchen. If they were to come home at this moment, I would be dead. The dishes are in a huge pile and the trash needs to be taken out. I probably ate all of the remaining contents of the refrigerator and defiantly needed to do some grocery shopping. Just as I am about to get started on the dishes, I hear a high pitched squeal.

"Emma I believe you!" she shouts. I walk back into the living room to see what she was yelling about. As I get closer, I can make out the item in Mickey's hand. And to my amazement, it's a wallet. And not just any wallet.

Josh Hutcherson's wallet.