Sanity || j.d

3

“Josh I can’t reach!” I groaned, standing up on tippy toes, but still missing the top corner of the wall. My family had decided to let me paint my room, and naturally, I recruited help from my best friend.

“Here, I got it don’t worry.” He took the roller from me. “It’s not even that high you shortie.” He joked.

I huffed and folded my arms. “Fuck you Josh.”

“Hey! No swearing Sars. But hell yes fuck me.” He grinned and I took more than a decent sized step away from him.

“Not in your wildest dreams Devine.” He just rolled his eyes at that. “Isn’t that why you have a girlfriend?” I questioned.

He shrugged. “We’re not officially together.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You and Kate are friends...?” Too afraid to finish my sentence. He nodded. “That’s sick,” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t think my best friend would do that.” I blinked repeatedly, trying to get why he would want to do something like that.

“Hey,” He stopped painting a moment and held out his arms for me. I trudged up to him and let him hug me. “I love you, you know that. And Kate and I are okay with it too.”

He always said he loved me, often with hugs or small kisses to my forehead or nose and I’d always say it back. We liked that and we were happy.