One Person Can Make Such A Difference- Josh Hutcherson FanFic

Josh Hutcherson FanFic Part 3

Running as fast as i can up the 8 flights of stairs leading to my flat, i try to focus on my Dad and calm my self down after my encounter with Josh.

I finally reach the door to my home and take a second to catch my breath. Slowly reaching out to turn the door handle i open then door and step inside- casually kicking the door closed behind me unready for the next experience.

My Dad slammed into me hugging me, picking me up and swirling me around with joy as i was okay, i could have sworn he was nearly in tears!! 

Slowly placing me back onto the ground he forgot about the past 20 seconds and carried on life as if it had never happened.

"What do you want for dinner?" He asked casually placing grapes into his mouth.

"How about i treat you to a meal out?" I asked, still in my excited mood from earlier.

"Shouldn't it be me treating you?" He said suspiciously.

"Well, if you want!" Sticking out my tongue when i finished speaking and winking for effect.

"Go and get ready, Chinese or Indian?" He said jokingly, but we both knew he was serious- we weren't exactly rolling in money to go to a posh restaurant- and this was good enough for me any day!

" Mexican" I replied winking as i walked into my bedroom to change into some other clothes.

Looking in my wardrobe i decided i needed to go shopping! I groaned at the thought as i intensely HATED shopping! I wasn't one of those girly girls who loved makeup clothes, shoes, and all that crap! I would much rather talk about something other than clothes, boys and makeup, or instead of a day shopping, a day paint balling or camping! This was sometimes an advantage, but here it was the worst thing ever! I hasn't made any friends since moving to America, all the girls i had lessons with seemed to hate me as soon as i walked in the first day wearing skinny jeans and a simple navy hoodie with flames up the arms. 

Ever since they stayed well clear of me, i guess it was better than the constant teasing they seemed to inflict other newbies with. I was grateful that i could stand up for myself, but even so i longed for someone other than Ruby to talk to.

There was one girl who tried to talk to me without being ridiculed, she took my phone and placed her number in the contacts list so i could text her outside of school. This was her attempt to make friends with me, it was so indirect as it was her group of friends that seemed to hate me for my clothing choice.

I didn't mind much, 1 friend out side of school was better than no friends at all. I picked out my green shorts and white floaty top, shoved them on and threw my worn clothes into the washing basket, carefully taking my phone out my jeans pocket before hand and placed it into my shorts pocket.

As i walked out of my room closing the door securely behind me, i saw dad in his striped shirt and jeans, this was an improvement to his usual casual jumper and ripped jeans so i was glad he made an effort.

He picked up his keys from the counter and we moved swiftly out the door, locking it behind us, and eagerly strolled off down the 8 flights of stairs i had previously sprinted in anticipation up.

Walking along the road about to go to dinner with my dad my mind flashed to previous memories of us together, most of the time it was three of us- but i pushed the memories out of my mind because i knew that could never happen again, it was impossible for it to happen again ...

Dad was walking peacefully in front of me, too quick for me to keep up, so i trudged along behind him wishing i'd worn my trainers instead of my heeled sandals.

I wasn't paying attention to where we were until we stopped in the park on a shady spot of tree's and Dad lay down a blanket he had apparently been carrying the whole journey without me realizing!