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Pretty self explanatory. Requests are open, I don't write smut. I definitely will put warnings for the chapters that include touchy subjects. That's about it, enjoy!
Finally, it was the day; Tuesday. I know, I know, sounds crazy. Usually Tuesdays are like,, the worst days.
But, Josh was relieved from his duties, and we got to hang out all day. Right now, it was 1pm, and Josh was on his phone while I was watching tv.
I understand, you wanna be on your phone and catch up with people, but Josh is one of the clingy types, and constantly complains he wants to hang out.
Yet here we are, he's on his phone, and I'm watching the food network, with our favorite baking show on.
"Joooooosshhh!" I pester, watching him and look over and frown.
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I giggle and lean my head on his shoulder, drinking in his cologne.
"Who ya textin'?" I ask, looking up at the pink haired boy.
"Ty, he said he has ideas for songs and stuff."
I groan and throw my head back on the plush couch, looking up at the ceiling.
"What?" He questions, looking away from his phone.
"You're literally ALWAYS doing band stuff, and the ONE day you get a break, you're still doing band stuff." I complain, not taking my eyes off the brown wooden beams.
He takes a deep breath, about to speak, but I cut him off.
"Which, like, I get it. You're part of this big ass band with a big ass fanbase. You guys are too kind in the sense that you don't wanna disappoint your fans, but, can we please just hang out for today?" I ask.
He sighs and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. "I'm sorry love, just let me send this one last text, and-" he starts to say, but I grab his phone and pull it right out of his hands.
He looks over and glares, his usual smiling face replaced with an annoyed expression.
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Unable to hide my smile, I put his phone right up to my face in an attempt to hide it.
His frown turns into a smirk, and his gaze shifts from his phone to my (e/c) eyes.
