Joshifer- All Those Crazy Teenage Feelings.

Joshifer- All Those Crazy Teenage Feelings- CHAPTER 4

P.O.V Jennifer

The ringing in my ears woke me from my drunken sleep. I fluttered my eyes open. The bright, morning light beamed through the window opposite me. I squirmed uncomfortably in the bed and noticed I wasn't alone on this mattress. Max lay next to me in a deep sleep and half naked from what I could see. Max had no shirt on and had sheets just covering up to his torso. I was only guessing and hoping he had boxers on. I looked down at myself and was glad to know I was still fully clothed in what I wore last night.

"Are you awake?" A friendly, female voice sounded from behind me. I twisted round and found Jena sipping on a glass of orange juice.

"Yeah, how are you feeling?" I inquired, wondering if what I felt was normal. Nausea overtook my body making everything hurt and ache. A headache that stemmed from the bridge of my nose and upwards made me feel disorientated, sort of like I was on a boat.

"I feel great, actually" Jena exclaimed a bit too loud. "I just had a bacon sandwich, it was delicious" Jena teased. I gagged at the thought of the food. The feeling of last nights dinner rose inside me and I knew I was about to vomit. I jumped out of bed and darted past Jena and into the bathroom, it is next to Max's bedroom, thankfully. I reached the toilet and began violently puking into it.

"Jena, I hate you" I whispered as I drifted past her after flushing the chain and rinsing my mouth with water. She giggled under her breath but quickly stopped when I gave a murderous glare. Max started to stir in his sleep. I watched him as his eyes popped open.

Max and myself, I guess, were closer than myself and Jena. We had more in common. Jena tried too hard to be everybody's friend, but this didn't work because she just looked desperate. However, Max and I had a good sense of humour, I guess you could say. We never took ourselves too seriously and just had fun, obviously when we are out of school. Max sort of understood everything I said, especially when I approached him about being bullied. Jena, on the other hand, laughed at me. I love Jena but there is times I just cant find any respect for her.

"Morning" Max croaked stretching his arms above his head and yawning. "What's the time?"

I looked around for a clock and finally found the alarm clock on his surprisingly neat desk. The digital numbers read at ten thirty seven. "Its just gone ten thirty" I yawned. Max shot up and frantically looked around the room for something. "Whats wrong?" I questioned.

"I have a soccer try out today" Max said whilst sliding a pair of black soccer shorts up his legs. He wildly ripped through piles of clothes that lay on his carpet floor.

"You have a soccer try out?" Jena snorted. Max found the shirt he was looking for and pulled it over his head desperately. He nodded urgently and paced out of the room, shoving past Jena who stood still against the open door. I rushed after him down the stairs.

Max took an apple out of a fruit bowl and took a bite out of it. "Guys, you'll have to just let yourselves out whenever your ready. I am really late" Max mumbled as he strode out of the kitchen and was now shoving his sneakers on his feet desperately. I opened the door for him to let him run out as quick as he could.

"Good luck!" I called out as he darted down the street. Max threw his arm up in the air in reply before turning the corner so I could no longer see him. I slammed the door to a close and trundled back upstairs. Jena was still standing in the same position as if she was waiting for something.

I stalked past her and collapsed on the bed. I am so exhausted. I rose up to a sitting position and let out a tired sigh. "Whats wrong Jena?" I asked awkwardly. She curled her bottom lip downwards and began biting her finger nail. "Well, there obviously is something wrong... You only bite your nails when you feel awkward" I reminded her smugly. Jena dropped her hand and started scratching her neck. "And you only scratch your neck when your trying to get yourself out of the awkward situation" I giggled. Jena let out a huge puff of air and marched towards me.

"It was you last night. It was you and that Josh Hutcherson" Jena mumbled. I frowned and tried to remember what happened with Josh. Nothing came to mind. "You made out with him, Jennifer. You ditched me. Both you and Max ditched me. I was sitting there all alone, Max was with some of the guys and when I came to find you, Josh was all over you. You were basically eating each other faces off" Jena whined. A wave of guilt washed over me. How could I ditch my best friend? How could I ditch my best friend for a guy? Although, I liked the kiss with Josh, I had no right to leave Jena all alone. It was a terrible act, and I don't deserve to be forgiven.

"I am so sorry, Jena" I said scratching my left hand knuckles. Jena's straight lips turned into a smirk. What was she smiling at? I didn't deserve forgiveness.

"Luckily, I know that when you scratch your knuckles on your left hand, you mean that your sorry" Jena breathed between fits of laughter. I slapped her arm playfully in annoyance of her knowing me too well.

Jena finally stopped laughing after about one minute. "It wasn't that funny" I reminded her. Jena tilted her head both ways in to show that it was negotiable. "Jena, I am sorry, but it was completely worth it. Josh is an insanely good kisser and he is so unbelievably hot that I think he must've been high on drugs as well as drunk to have kissed me" I teased. Jena grimaced and shook her head.

"Jen, I wish you would start believing me when I say you are so pretty. I think the only reason you don't have friends is because every girl is jealous of your looks, seriously" Jena said almost angrily. I exhaled at the thought of what Jena said being true. I know I'm not attractive and I wish people would just tell me the truth.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself under my breath. "Nothing you say, Jena, is ever going to make me believe you" I sighed truthfully. It is true though. Jena can shake her head in disapproval as much as she likes, it wont ever make me believe her.

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P.O.V Josh

I roll over on my side. I open my eyes into a squint as the beam of sunlight shoots through my bedroom window directly into my eyes. I really need to start closing my curtains... I think to myself. I sway my legs off the side of my bed and stagger off. I stretch my arms into the air and begin my hungover routine of trundling downstairs and getting breakfast.

Suddenly, I remember what happened last night and redirect my usual routine. I stumble over to my laptop and sign into Facebook. I quickly tap in the desired persons name and click on their profile. I type in the words 'Last night was so much fun, do you want to meet me at the cafe we went to last time?'. I send the message and start looking for some clothes in the piles on the floor.

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I pick my skateboard up from the damp grass and begin skating down to the cafe. I pass Liam's house and instantly feel bad for him. The amount of mess he has to do before his parents get back is ridiculous. I shake my head and race down he hill to the cafe. As I jump off my skateboard I peer inside the cafe to see if she's sitting there. To my surprise, she is. I run my fingers through my hair to tidy it up a little and stride through the door. The bell rung at my arrival making everyone inside look round at me. I smile at her when she waves at me. I drop down opposite her and slowly put my skateboard down on the floor.

"Hi Josh" Jennifer greets me. She looks tired and hungover but still looks cute, yet kind of sexy. I put my hands over hers that were on the table and look up at her.

"Good morning Jen... So about last night, I don't know if you kissed me because you felt something between us or just simply because you were drunk, but I know what I felt when I kissed you. I think I love you Jennifer" I say confidently. Jennifer blushes and looks away from me. "Don't look away, Jen. The matter of this whole blushing thing is that I actually think its cute and you should definitely stop trying to hide it" I gush. Jennifer looks up, her cheeks the colour of tomatoes.

"Really? Because I honestly see it as my biggest flaw" Jennifer mumbles scratching chin uncomfortably. I shake my head and lean in to kiss her beautifully soft lips. She doesn't pull away from me, in fact she leans in as well. Our lips touch and an instant flutter of butterflies fill the pit of my stomach. I havent felt those feelings in ages... Well ever.