Confused - A Josh Hutcherson Fanfiction (IN SERIOUS EDITING)

Confused - Chapter 2

Almost everyone left after we sang happy birthday to Chris. Only a few of Chris's mates are still here. Josh is outside with Connor, while I'm sitting inside watching one of Josh's first movies, Little Manhattan.

"Want some cake?" Josh walks in with two plates.

"No way. I'm on a strict diet. No junk food," I say innocently, but I have to admit, my stomach is rumbling.

"Your such a bad liar Gen. I see right through you," Josh rolls his eyes, walking into the lounge.

"Cool. You're so cute in this movie. But my favourite part is when you get rejected," I laugh, turning my eyes back to the tv. I feel Josh jump onto the couch.

"EEEEEAAAAT!" he screams out of nowhere. Oh god. If only I saw that coming. Josh shovels a spoonful of the creamy cake into my mouth. With his hands.

"EWWWWW! JOSHUA RYAN HUTCHERSON I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" I shriek when he sprints upstairs. I wipe some cream off my face, and smile as an idea comes into my head.

Grabbing the cream filled plate, I head upstairs, ignore a laughing Josh behind the locked bathroom door, and head for his bedroom. Oh Josh, I feel sorry for you. I lift up the sheets off his bed, and I smother all the remaining cream all over his mattress. Nah, I don't feel so sorry for you. I giggle quietly and walk out of the door, slamming it behind me.

"Genevieve Murphy, what did you do?" a voice stops me halfway down the stairs.

"Nothing, I just thought maybe you were hiding in your bedroom," I try to sound innocent. Being Josh, of course, doesn't buy it.

"I know you did something. And I'm going to find out what," Josh drags me back up the stairs.

"Ow! Watch the hair!" I growl, giggling. Josh opens his door, his firm grip still on my arm.

"I'm losing blood circulation here, hello?" I yelp. He lets go and shuts the door.

"Don't try and escape. Or I'll tear your clothes up to little pieces, then you'll be stuck with wearing my clothes for the rest of your time here!"

"Um, did you consider that your mum's a girl too? I could borrow her clothes," I say reluctantly, "And I probably can't fit your clothes. You're too fat. I'll fit Connor's for sure," I wink. Josh rolls his eyes.

"That's why you have to EEEEAAAT!" Josh attacks me with tickles.

"Let go! No Josh honestly, stop! Stoooop!" I laugh hopelessly.

"Not until you say your sorry, and say that Josh wins!" He chuckles, still tickling me.

"Fine, fine!" I scream through giggles, "You win, you win, sorry!" Josh releases me.

"Now to find out what you've done," he rubs his hands together. I clutch my ribs and groan.

"Owwwwwww. I hate you!" I scowl, but I can't help but smile as Josh looks through his cupboards, checking every single one of his t-shirt and jeans. I roll my eyes.

"I didn't do anything you know," I lie, standing up.

"Pff," he answers, "Well, the coast seems clear. Imma get to bed. Goodnighty, sleeptighty, don't let Josh get you in the nighty," he yawns.

"Ew, you sound like a stalker. That's freaky," I retort. Josh strips down to his shorts, shirtless. I almost forgot he slept without a top.

"And wear a top dude," I snort with laughter as he walks backwards to his bed.

"In your dreams. Wait, in your dreams I'm meant to be shirtless," he corrects himself, lifting up the blanket. I try to keep a straight face.

"Well, nighty nighty," I say walking out quickly. He better lie down, and I better run if he does. I speed out of the room and shut the door.