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Yet another unedited one, yayayay. I suck but yeah. 


I really was curious as to why he didn't want me to see the drawing, but knowing how Josh's anxiety was I really didn't want to make him do or show me anything. I turn my eyes towards him but try not to make it obvious and he nervously pulls on his sleeves. 
I put my arm on the table and reach out for his hand, he stares at it for a minute, but places his hand near mine. I don't pry and try to see the drawing, I just interlace my fingers with his and draw shapes with my thumb. 
"So, Josh, you said you drum?" 
When Josh finally realizes I'm not gonna make him show me, he relaxes. 
His eyes light up, "Yes, I do! It's one of my favorite things to just zone into and do. Well, other than hearing you sing." he blushes. 
I feel myself smile goofily, and squeeze Josh's hand. 

Our big pizza arrives and we grab our cups and get our favorite drinks, hands still intertwined. 
After we sit down we begin eating our pizza, occasionally laughing at each other for the mess we're making. 

We finished our pizza and decided on just heading back home, until we saw an arcade. 
Josh practically drags me into the arcade and looks at everything excitedly. 
"What game should we play first?!" I tear my eyes away from Josh realizing I hadn't even looked at any of the games because I was so infatuated with looking at Josh.
"Hm, whatever you want to!" 
Josh holds my hand tightly and we walk around, and Josh turns to begin playing some random game. I'm usually really into arcades but something about just watching Josh play the games without his anxiety bothering him was much more interesting. 


After awhile we finally decided to go home. Josh walked me to my door and we stood there awkwardly for a couple of minutes, 
"I really like you, Josh." I say quietly, looking at his hands. 
He lifts my chin up gently and locks eyes with me, "I really like you too, Ty."
Then he softly kisses me, and smiles. 
He leaves to go back to his house and I don't move from my porch. 
I really never believed anyone when they said they felt sparks or anything, until now. 
I run a finger over my lips and smile at the tingling that was still there. 

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