Favors

Chapter Six

Warnings: Mention of sex

Word Count: 2296

You woke up before Josh the next morning, so you took the opportunity to slip into the shower. As quietly as possible, you gathered up your clothes for the day and headed into the bathroom.

You locked the door behind you to ensure Josh wouldn't come waltzing in at any given moment. The shower took a little while to warm up, and you spent your time jogging around the bathroom to keep warm. As soon as it was ready, you hopped in and let out a sigh of relief. You showered quickly, not wanting to waste the warm water for the rest of the family.

You stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off before wrapping your hair up in a towel. From what you could hear, Josh had yet to get up. You started to reach for your clothes that were still in a pile on the ground, but decided on another plan that would help convince everyone that you were dating. Stealthily, you snuck back into the bedroom and over to Josh's suitcase. A few t-shirts were tossed on the top, so you grabbed one that looked like it would fit ok before hurrying back into the bathroom before Josh woke up.

Once you were safely in the bathroom, you pulled on your jeans and Josh's oversized t-shirt. Happy with how your outfit looked, you decided to do your makeup and hair. You went with something simple since you would have to fix it up later for the rehearsal dinner, anyway.

You walked back into the bedroom, expecting Josh to be awake by now since it had taken you nearly 45 minutes to get ready. Much to your surprise, he was still fast asleep and now sprawled out across the bed. You shook your head with a smile, this was your best friend. Seeing the perfect opportunity, you walked over to the window seat and grabbed one of the small pillows. You took a second to line up your shot before lobbing it at Josh's head.

It nailed him straight in the head, causing him to sit up at lightning speeds. His gaze landed on you, immediately causing his eyes to narrow.

"So maybe it was a threat," you said innocently with a shrug.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Is that my shirt?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

You looked down, as if to double check whether or not you were wearing his shirt.

"Oh, yeah. I figured it would be more convincing if I was wearing one of your shirts. I'll have to change later anyway since we have the rehearsal dinner."

He nodded in understanding.

"Now would you get your lazy ass up? I'm starving."

"You can go downstairs. My mom wouldn't care."

"But I care. I'm not about to go down there alone and let all of your family members grill me."

"It should just be my mom, dad, and siblings. Everyone else won't get here until noon."

"Where are they all staying? I thought they were all staying here?"

"There's a hotel not too far from here for the people from out of town. As for the others, most of them live close, anyway."

"Huh," you said. "Anyway, we can talk later. Go get ready," you waved an arm at him.

"Whatever you say, love," he smirked as he walked into the bathroom.

You felt your heartbeat start to speed up at his words, but you pushed the feelings aside. You always had been, and would be, best friends.

While Josh was in the bathroom, you made the bed look nice again and pulled out your laptop. You sprawled out on the bed and opened up your most recent piece of writing.