'The Sting' -Josh Hutcherson Fanfiction. [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 6

Chapter 6, Michelle's POV:

"Michelle, come help us!" Austin yells up at me.

"Coming." I whisper.

When I step down the stairs, they know something's up right away since it looks like the blood has been drained out of my face.

Tyler chuckles then speaks up, "First hangovers are the best, right Elle?" 

"Oh shut up, Ty." I giggle taking my hair out of the ponytail and let the loose waves go down my back.

"You can totally pass as those tumblr girls that get like a billion notes." Austin brings up.

"One problem, my face." I admit.

"Michelle, your body is a wonderland!" Tyler sings in his John Mayer tone.

"You look so good it hurts sometimes!" I sing along, happily.

For awhile longer, we clean the house and go back upstairs. I check my phone for anything from my mom but it's all from Josh, 8 missed calls, three voicemails, and 23 texts. What does he need?

I decide to call him back an wait three rings as soon as he answers.

"Hello?" Josh sounds out of breath.

"Hey, did you need something?" 

"I just wanted to talk to you." 

"Oh well, that doesn't happen often."

"What do you mean, Michelle?" 

"Nothing. Well, yeah, you suddenly want to talk to me after sex? What want more or? You have a bunch of other girls lined up around the block to have you enter their chamber of secrets?" I scoff at my last part.

"What's up with you? I can't have a normal conversation with you anymore?" 

"I'm just going through a rough time right now." I let him now.

"I'm coving over." He let's me know before I even have the chance to protest.

I prepare myself for what's ahead but I run out of time when he comes barging through my door.

"Well a knock would've worked." I barely finish my sentence when his lips join mine once again as his warm hands caress my face and his thumb rubs my cheek. I feel safe, wanted, and loved all over again. The letting go is the hardest part then all at once, your lips part. 

"What's wrong, Michelle?" He asks his hand still caressing my face.

"I'll tell you but you can't tell anyone. I haven't said a word to anyone and you won't blow it now." I say sternly as he nods and sits on the bed with me. 

I tell Josh the whole incident and he blames himself all over again. 

"I screamed for your name, Josh. My favorite place in the world is now the worst place without you."

"Why didn't you tell anybody?" He asks.

"No one would believe me. They never do. Why would they believe the girl who wants to be noticed but will be called an attention seeker. I didn't want to be called these promiscuous names at school, or trigger my parents again." I put myself on the line for the people I care about.

"And no one knows about this?" 

"Not a soul." I whisper.

"Come here," He takes a spot on my bed as I walk over and crawl to the pillow case but stay far. I'm disgusted with myself.

"This won't change how I feel about you, Elle." He pulls me close but I hate that.

"Josh, I think it's best if we're just friends. We barely started talking. You know how I am, fragile and uneasy."

"You know I love you. I love you as my best friend and something more but I know I can't. I should go but I'll be back tomorrow."

"Josh, I'm sorry, I'm lost in this moment and I've been wasting so much time. I miss you, I need you." 

"You need to think. You need time alone. How about this, we'll take off tomorrow to Kentucky, we both need time to go back home, right?" I nod in answer, "Then we'll take off in the morning. I'll see you tomorrow." And he walks out of the room.

Kentucky? Am I ready to go back? I haven't been there since I left Junior year. Maybe, just maybe, I can seek closure with this then taking it out on myself and everyone around me.

From now on, I am in control.