Overwhelmed by the sudden peak in his career, Josh is forced into lying and alienation from his family, and close friends. The boy tries to hold on to privacy as long as he can, but it becomes more difficult when an untruthful and cautious Josh meet...
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☼ Josh
I don't use the word perfect lightly. Because of my past, and because of my experiences, I've learned to not to. But when it comes to Phoebe, that's the first thing that comes to mind. She's a pain in the ass, and she's whiny as hell, but she is perfect to me. I know I don't deserve her, but I would die before I let someone else have her. Perhaps this is selfish, but as I watch the sun pour in through the windows and soak into her button nose, and her lashes flutter open, casting shadows across her rose colored cheeks, I can't help but be the most selfish motherfucker out there. Her laugh made me feel like summer, like everything that had been affecting me previously came second to the warmth, to the sunrise, to her.
"Josh what are you staring at?" She laughed lightly as she stretched, her midriff showing from where she lay naked beneath the sheets. She exhaled deeply and rested her head on her open palm. "Josh?" she asked again, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Good morning." I smiled down at her, offering her the mug that rested between my hands. "I made you coffee, but it might be cold now"
"Why didn't you wake me up?" she rolled her eyes with a smile as she sat up on her elbows.
I stayed silent, and I watched her pull her hair into a loose ponytail before taking a small sip. there were bags under her eyes, her face was bare and her voice sounded dry from the sleep, but she was absolutely stunning to me and I had never felt so enthralled by another human being.
"Hey phoebe-" I paused as she looked up from the cup with a smile. "You look beautiful this morning." I placed a small kiss on her cheek as she turned a deep shade of crimson, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
I'm trying to be better at sharing my feelings, I'm trying to be better at saying what i'm thinking (without oversharing), I'm just trying to be better. I often worry she will grow tired of me, or I will have an episode and it will go too far. I don't want to hurt her.
I don't want her to fear me like everyone else.
She saw the worry in my face and she gingerly placed her fingers over my scruff and whispered a soft "I like you" before pulling my lips onto hers. She tasted like vanilla bean coffee and morning breathe and all I could think about was how much I wanted more.
Without further hesitation, I placed the coffee on the side table and grabbed her face. I looked at her for what seemed like forever before connecting our lips yet again with a newfound passion.
"What has gotten into you?" she giggled from underneath me as I kissed her cheek repeatedly, my hand holding her waist.
"Love, I think." I said without even processing my words, until I felt her tense up.
"Love?" I heard her ask, her voice barely over a whisper.
I thought for a second, and I placed my head on her chest lightly "Yeah, love."
Bringing her arms around my head she pulls me down for a brief kiss, reaching for her mug shortly after. She sits up against the head of the bed, a smile of satisfaction playing at the corners of her mouth.
I narrow my eyes at her, "Why are you looking at me that way?"
"I dunno," she shrugs innocently, taking another drink of her coffee "I'm just waiting for something terribly dramatic to occur."
I hold my hands together, amused, "Why is that?'
"Because things are perfect at the moment."
I smile, "You're perfect."
She rolls her eyes and smiles, "Okay, you know exactly what I mean though." with a last sip she places the coffee mug on the bedside table. "You're telling me you're not half expecting Tyler to walk in and tell you a crisis is happening."
"I hope he knocks first," I eye her, "We're bro's and everything, but seeing you naked is something I'd rather keep to myself; thank you very much."
"You're missing the point." The embarrassed brunette throws a pillow at me, but misses by a long shot.
"I do get the point," I say finally, "But for your comfort, Tyler has agreed to allow us some time together." I pull on the sheets Phoebe was using to cover herself
She quickly pulls them back, "What a friend."
"Low-key, it's probably an excuse." I add, gaining a look of interest from Phoebe. "I think he's just preoccupied trying to romance a particular girl with blue hair."
She picks up her coffee mug again, slightly wide-eyed she takes another sip, "Would you look at that."
"It's a good opportunity though," I remind her, " I wanna know all about you."
"I wanna know all about you." It sounds more like a question than a statement.
I don't blame her, this I understand. In our days together there has been nothing but sweetness, but we couldn't ignore the elephant in the room indefinitely. However gradual, I trust her.
Leaning over, I kiss her forehead softly. "Perfect."
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A/N: I'm reading back on this story and this bitch is crazy what the fuck
