toursies one shots

Joshua Burrage

I'm an honest person, I always have been. I don't like holding a grudge on a lie. It's not worth the stress.

I didn't really lie to Josh. No, I just didn't tell him everything.

He comes home from dance class at least three times a week, dripping in sweat, yet happy as can be. Dancing makes him happy, keeps him in shape, keeps him focused. I'd say it's the love of his life, however, it's second to me, of course.

He comes home and tells me stories of stupid things that happened in class, or how he learned a new trick. And he explains all his complicated terminology that he tosses out like it's common knowledge, yet I know exactly what he's talking about.

But Josh doesn't know that.

As any other day, I'm studying lines on the couch when my boyfriend comes home, his dance bag over his shoulder and his hair soaked with sweat.

"Good afternoon, Gorgeous." He walks over, leaning down and going to kiss my cheek.

I push his chest away, then shake out my hand, dramatically gagging. "Do I need to tell you every day that you need to go take a fucking shower?!"

Josh rolls his eyes, stealing a kiss before dropping his bag. "Fine. But you have to give me a real kiss after."

"Will do." I tease, picking up my highlighter again.

I sit down on the floor, my legs out straight in front of me. I hear the shower turn on and music playing from the bathroom, then Josh singing along.

I keep cramming in my lines, humming the songs as I go.

I groan when I start to get too tired, leaning over and resting my forehead against my knees. I don't react when Josh comes stumbling in, dressed in a tee shirt and sweatpants.

"Damn, babe, you're pretty flexible." Josh says, sitting on the couch behind me as I sit up quickly. "Ever thought about being a dancer? Come to class with me."

"Um, no." I respond stubbornly, and a bit too quickly.

Josh grabs my shoulders gently and pulls me back, opening his legs so I'm between them. He starts to give me a gentle massage as my head falls back onto the couch to look up at him.

"Why not? I think you'd be a good dancer. You carry yourself well, you're graceful."

"Well, thanks, but I don't wanna be a dancer."

"Whatever you say. Oh, are we still going to your parents house tomorrow?"

"As far as I know, yeah." I nod, standing up.

"No, don't leave." Josh whines, trying to grab my waist.

"I'm going to bed, I'm exhausted." Josh groans even louder as I walk into the bedroom, shutting the door.

****

I hug my parents hello, Josh doing the same. I greet my siblings, making small talk here and there.

The night goes by quickly, my mom pulling out some stupid home videos and childhood pictures at some point in the night.

The drive home is completely silent, but I'm too tired to even care.

I kick off my shoes as soon as we get home, pulling my hair into a messy bun and going to change my clothes and take my makeup off.

"Babe, can I ask you a question?" Josh suddenly says as I start to change.

I pull off my shirt and turn to him. "Um, yeah."

"Why'd you lie to me?" Josh blurts out, leaving me in utter confusion.