Photoshopper: A Josh Hutcherson Fanfic

Confusion

Listen to Bridges by Broods while reading this chapter. I feel like this is going to be an intense chapter... *hint* *hint*

Why were we kissing? Why did I enjoy we were kissing? Why did he keep doing this? This is so messed up. I have Josh. I have Josh freaking Hutcherson. This is messed up. I shouldn't be doing this.

I pulled away from Jake which just caused him to start kissing my neck. I liked it, a lot. This isn't okay but Josh wasn't here... No, I can't think like that, no matter how badly I wanted this.

"No, Jake. Stop. This isn't okay, you know i have a boyfriend." I said pushing him off me forcefully.

"Stella, I can tell you like me, you like this. I'm tired of you saying that you don't like this, I know you do. I like you, you like me. It is that simple Stella. It has always been that simple." he said looking at me with his deep green eyes. "You can't push me away, you always bring me back. I'm perfect for you, I'm everything you want. He isn't, you can't keep pushing me off."

I thought about this for a moment. Jackie and Aly were asleep, Josh wasn't here, and Jordan was gone. I can kiss him back, no one would know. I like Jake. That's all that raced through my mind.

"You're right. You are what I've wanted. I like you, Jake. I just know this is wrong." I said looking right back at him with my brown eyes.

"Kiss me again and tell me you don't feel something. I'm tired of you stopping this. Just kiss me again." He said with anger and compassion in his eyes. It was his eyes that made me first like him. They were so green, always so green. The color of grass when it has rained, the bright kind that always had some type of truth to them. He knew what he was saying, he always knew what he was saying. It was always important sounding. It was just so him, I couldn't run from Jake anymore.

I thought over what I was about to do, and leaned in to kiss him again. I felt his lips on mine, the were so soft yet rough, just how they looked. My hands instinctively went to his face, his skin always looked soft, He was a rather pale guy, but never too pale. It just fit him. Everything about him just fit.

His Hands were on my waist, causing me to lean back on couch a bit more. He put his weight on his right arm, which he was using to prop himself up. He stopped for just a moment to take off his shirt. He through it across the room, causing his beanie to fly off with it. Now his hair was messy, as mine was I'm assuming. My hand lightly traced his abdomen. He was well-built, definitely. As I was saying before, everything about him fit. His tongue touched my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I accepted. By now this was more intense then most of Josh and my make out sessions.

He moved from my lips to neck again. This was getting too far now, I pushed him off. Not because i wanted it to stop, or because of Josh, but because I knew it was getting more intense then it needed to.

"I know you felt something. Didn't you?" He asked me while standing up to find his shirt which he soon did and put back on.

"Yea, I did. Jake, I never said I didn't feel something. I just said we shouldn't be doing this! I just can't avoided it anymore. But you don't get it Jake! I can't leave Josh." i said tears rushing to my eyes. He walked towards me with sadness in his eyes. He hugged me tightly, letting me cry onto his shoulder.

"You can't leave him or you're afraid too?" He asked me suddenly, stunning me a bit. He stood up again and headed for the door.

"I've said a lot tonight, I should leave." He said pulling his beanie on his head again, looking almost exactly like he did when he first got here. His hair was messier now though. I contemplated asking him to stay. I wanted him too, but I knew now wasn't the time.