million dollar high | joshler

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our legs were entangled together as i had my hand on josh's chest while his was around my shoulder. my blanket was pooled around our waists.

"you're such a slut." josh hummed, caressing my shoulder.

i hit his chest. "you're such an asshole. you can't just enjoy one moment between the two of us where i'm not yelling at you?"

"i like irritating you."

"wow, thanks."

"don't fuck anyone else, just me. i don't want to catch chlamydia or something worse."

i scoffed and sat up grabbing my shirt and throwing it on. "kind of sounds like a relationship, dun."

"i don't want to catch aids, but okay." he pulled me closer to him and ran his fingers down my spine. "did you lose weight?"

"i don't know. probably? you're so random." i threw him his clothes and slid on my boxers. he pulled them on.

"yeah but, in all seriousness, don't go fuck around with someone else."

"are you even okay with this? you like me, i don't like you, but we're having sex?"

"i'm completely fine with it."

"well, okay i guess. i won't."

josh looked at me slightly weird. i guess he was surprised that i agreed to the whole "don't go fuck someone else" thing, but if josh was going to be fucking me then i didn't need anyone else to.

i kind of felt bad.