"Jess! Let's go for a walk!" He says. I moan.
"Ugggghhhhhh. But fine. Just because your Joshie." He smiles. I honestly think he likes that nickname.
"Sweet! Leggo!" He says while grabbing my hand. No. Not my wrist. Not my forearm. My hand. I almost died. He drags me out the door.
"Where are we even going?" I ask. He smirks.
"Somewhere." He replies quickly. Okay then. After we walk through a bunch of trees and over a brook, we stop.
"Umm... Josh? What are we doi-" He cuts me off by crashing his lips against mine. I smile into the kiss and rest my arms around his neck.
"Jess...."
"Yeah Josh?"
"Wake up." He says smiling. Oh. Its a-
"Jess? Jessa? Jessssssss waakkke uppp!" Josh says. I sigh because it was all a dream. He cocks his head.
"Jess? You okay?" He sweetly asks. I nod.
"Yeah I'm good." He smiles and side hugs me.
"I know what'll cheer you up..."
"What?" I ask eagerly. He smirks.
"Let's prank call some people." I smile. He knows me too well. So we use my house phone to call Matt.
"Hello?" He asks.
"Hello m'am, would you be willing to take a survey on teenage awkwardness?" Josh says while plugging his nose, so he sounds really messed up.
"Um... One, I'm a guy. Two, sure." Josh smirks.
"Okay. Question one: What makes teens awkward? Hormones? Hot girls? Hot guys?" Josh asks. I try my hardest not to laugh.
"Well for me, its getting the nerve to actually talk to girls."
"I see. Question two: On a scale of one to ten, how do you rank your gender preference? One being girls and ten being boys." I muffle my laughs.
"Umm... Did you just ask if I was gay?"
"No I simply asked your gender preference."
"I'm not gay. So one."
"YOU LIAR." Josh shouts as he hangs up. We burst out laughing. We're such bad people. Next we call Jayden.
"Hello?" She says.
"Bonjour." I say in a French accent.
"Uh hi?"
"I was just flipping through a book full of models to choose who gets to be in my latest collection, and I saw your picture. I was wondering-" I start in a terrible French accent. But she cuts me off.
"YES I WILL!!" She says realllly excited.
"Oh, I didn't think you'd want to."
"Why wouldn't I? I'm going to be modelling for? Who exactly are you?"
"Kiezuma Philip." What? I'm not good at thinking of names in the spot.
"And you will not be modeling my dear."
"Oh. What will I be doing?"
"I was going to ask you..... HOW GULLIBLE YOU ARE?" I shout before hanging up. We burst out laughing yet again. This is fun.
"Oh man. That's funny shit." Josh says tryinh to not laugh.
"I-I know." I manage to say. After we calmed down, we got bored again.
"We have the attention spans of 4 year olds." I joke. We laugh.
"Awesome 4 year olds." I nod. He side hugs me.
"Ooh I should go get us food." Josh says. I pout.
"Whyyyyy?"
"What? I'll be right back Jess." He says grabbing his coat.
"Finnnnnneeee." He laughs.
"Okay bye Jess." He says as he kisses my cheek.
"Bye Joshie." I say. WAIT. He just kissed my cheek! I kiss his cheek but he has NEVER kissed my cheek before. He walks out, I watch him walk away from my house. I scream excitedly. "HE KISSED MY CHEEK!!!" I scream jumping up and down.
JOSH'S POV
"Okay bye Jess." I say before I kiss her cheek.
"Bye Joshie." She says as I walk out. I begin to walk away from her house, when I hear some crazy person yelling. Weirdos. SHIT. I just realized something. I KISSED JESS'S CHEEK. Oh great. Fucking great. Now she probably KNOWS I like her back. Smart Josh. Reallll smart. I'm such a dumbass. I walk into the store, debating how I'll respond if she asks me why I kissed her cheek. I grab pop and skittles. I know Jess loves skittles, so I might as well get her some. I pay and walk out. How am I supposed to explain myself for doing that? What could I say? 'Oh. I kissed your cheek because I love you with all my heart.' Yeah because that would go over well. I walk back in, to see that she was flipping through some stuff. She sees me and smiles. God I love her smile.
"Josh! Oops sorry, Joshie! Look what I found!" I smile and walk towards her. I sit down beside her.
"Look! This was taken a a week after we met!" She says showing me a picture of us. My arm wrapped around her and her head resting on my arm.
"Look at this one!" She says pointing to one. She was kissing my cheek and I was pretending to be surprised. Her brother took all of these by the way. Her parents don't know me. They're like never home, otherwise they'd know me By Now.
"Mason is such a creep. Look." She says pointing to one of us sleeping. Her face was burried in my chest and my arms were holding her tightly. I laugh.
"He'd make a good paparazzi." She laughs.
"He really would. He's creepy enough. Like who takes pictures of people sleeping?" She asks while slightly laughing.
"Creeps?"
"Exactly." We laugh and continue to look at pictures. I see one of her and another guy. I feel a knot form in my stomach.
"Um hey. Who's that?" I ask pointing to him.
"Him? Oh that's Shayne. He was like my best friend until he moved to Europe. We don't talk anymore though." She says. Oh. Well, I feel bad now.
"Why do you ask?" She asks me. Shit. Shit shit shit. Thinl fast.
"I thought he was maybe a distant cousin or something. I just wanted to see if I was right." She smiles.
"Nahh just a old friend." I smile. Whew. That was a close one.
"Hellllloooooo!!!" Two voices say. Uh oh.
"Hey. Jayden. Hey. Matt." Jess says not very excited.
"What? Are we not wanted here?" Jayden asks crossing her arms.
"No. You're not." Jess says sassily. Matt snaps his fingers.
"Well screw you too. But were staying." Me and Jess both groan. Uggghhhhh. This is supposed to be Jess-Josh time. Not Jess-Josh-Matt-Jayden time.
"Ooh we should play Truth or Dare!" Jayden says. I roll my eyes.
"That game is terrible."
"Too bad we're playing." So me and Jess were basically forced into playing Truth or Dare. How fun. This game will suck.
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One Last Time {Josh Ramsay Fan Fiction}
FanfictionWhat happens when a shy, quiet girl meets a guy with a loud, outgoing personality? Jessa Caplan is 15 years old, she has dark brown hair, she's frail looking and she's in grade 10. The only reason she's staying in school is for the music class. What...