Photoshopper: A Josh Hutcherson Fanfic

Memories

Listen to Mind Over Matter by Young The Giant while listening to this. Also prepare yourself for major tears.

Perhaps I shouldn't have kissed Jake or maybe I shouldn't have run into Josh that day. No, I shouldn't have gone to that party oh so lo long ago. I didn't know what I did to start everything, but the hole that started then was now a gaping canyon, one I found myself in the middle of. It had been so long since I had spoken to Josh. A week. A week had gone by without any contact to or from him. Has he called me? Maybe. I still couldn't find my phone which I had given up on finding. But even if he had called me and I didn't answer after a while wouldn't he come looking for me? At least leave a note or something. So here I sat, alone in my bedroom, listening to music. I grabbed my computer and direct messaged Jordan on twitter. 

Stella: Yo, coffee house in 45min? 

Jordan: ok. which one?

Stella: The one on main street. Maybe catch a movie afterwards?

Jordan: Not in a movie type of mood. I do want to go to the bookstore though... 

Stella: Okay, Coffee then bookstore. See ya in a couple of minutes. 

I shut the computer and brushed through my tangled hair before getting in the shower. I took a shower while contemplating my miserable life. I found everything crazily ironic, in my 17 years of life nothing interesting had happened to me, aside from once in 7th grade when I won a goldfish at a school fair. The gold fish died two weeks after. But here I am, in a tangled up love triangle (This sounds oh too cliche...) with a famous actor and a popular, semi-bad boy. After washing the conditioner out of my hair, I dried off and wrapped myself in my white, fluffy robe. I combed through my hair and then wrapped it into a towel. The music in my room was still blaring. I recognized the song playing moments after hearing the first notes, Mind over Matter by Young The Giant. I went to turn the sound down a bit so that I wouldn't wake my cat, Anna, who was sweetly sleeping on the blanket at the end of my bed. I sat down beside her, petting the fur on her neck while looking around my room, although it was somewhat messy it still felt clean, and fresh. It felt like my old self. On one side of the attic room was just a wall full of pictures of memories, some with Abby, others with Jackie or Aly. Jordan was of course in some too. Jake could be spotted if you searched hard, sometimes in a big group picture, or in the back of pictures with other people. Josh was on there, I smiled remembering my obsession with him just months ago. I had printed off pictures and hung them up of him. My favorite picture of them all though was a picture of the whole group, Jordan, Aly, Jackie, Abby, a girl named April who moved away a year after the photo was taken, a boy named Scott, who I never hung out with in the summer but was Jordan's best-friend and, of course, Jake. We were all laughing, or smiling in it. I forgot who had taken it but it was all of us covered in paint after having a paint war in white clothing, I still remembered it so well. It was in the summer, two years ago. School was about to start again and we wanted to end summer with a bang. April had suggested we have a paint war in Abby's backyard. So we did. It was amazing, Everyone was covered in all colors. I smiled remembering the happy day. 

I looked at the picture again, noticing something I never had before. Jake was smiling at me, directly, in the picture. He was hugging me from behind and I'd always just assumed he was looking at the camera but he was smiling at me.

And in that moment, everything felt normal again.

--------------

I pulled on my beanie and walked out to my car, pushing myself into the driver's seat. I started it, seeing I was low on gas I huffed and drove to the gas station, acknowledging the fact that I was going to be late on meeting Jordan. I got out of the car to pump the gas. I payed the odd machine and got back in the car seeing a little girl begging her mom to get her a puppy. I smiled, she looked like me when I was younger. I had always wanted a dog but my mom had always said that dogs were just too messy. She finally settled on getting me a cat, Anna. I remembered Abby came over the day I got her, pouting because she had wanted a cat too but just got a turtle. I drove away from the gas station before the mom realized I was staring at her, considering that would probably scare the poor family.