I've Been Kidnapped... By Josh Hutcherson? Why Me?

Chapter 4-Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?

I woke up the next morning forgetting about everything. I looked up and realized I was still in Hell. I can't believe I even agreed to stay. Emma just about died. Olivia did too. I decided not to tell my mom just yet. I had to figure something out first.

I sniffed the air and smelled something wonderful. In agreement, my stomach growled. I groaned and got up. "Well good morning sleeping beauty, how did you sleep?" Josh asked.

"Yeah, hi. Where's your bathroom and I need a toothbrush," I said. "Oh, and don't call me that again or I will hurt you."

"I got my stylist to get you some clothes and I got my assistant to get you any toiletries you might need. It's all over there," he said pointing while flipping whatever was in the skillet. Why can he cook? He shouldn't be able to cook! I love guys who can cook.

"Don't think being nice to me is going to make me like you. I have NEVER liked you and I never will. But thanks. That was really sweet of you," I said crossing my hands and walking off. After brushing my teeth I looked in the toiletry bag and I looked at the clothes.

He wasn't kidding when he said everything. They got everything. I had to admit, the clothes were cute, expensive, I could tell, but cute. They were designer. Couldn't he have just had someone pick something up from Target?

I decided on the simplest outfit there was in the pile. A cream sweater and some peach pants with white polka dots. I walked back into the kitchen and sat on the same bar stool I sat on last night. Josh wasn't in there so I just fiddled with my fingers. "Hey, Haley," Josh said and I looked up. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or do I have to walk by again?"

"Walking is good for the heart, so you should walk into an open road," I said smiling.

"You really do not like me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to? You kidnapped me. You think just because you're famous and I'm in your presence, I'm supposed to be fangirling right now? No, that's not how it works."

"Well I'd be lying if I said I didn't like you. You're different. Different good."

"Were you the guy who kept staring at me last night?"

"Uh, yes," he said scratching the back of his head.

"Creep! I knew it was you."

"I'm sorry about that. Hey, should I dye my hair blonde? I want your honest opinion." I pondered that for a second and tilted my head to the side. 

"Yes. Then you'll actually look like Peeta, but still yes."

"Really? You think so? I was trying to go for that approach. Are you hungry?" On cue, my stomach growled and he laughed.

"Laughing does not help your case."

"I'm sorry. I made you an omelet, I assume you like green peppers and onions? I put some bacon and turkey sausage in there too, and a lot of cheese." Why? Why must he do this to me?

"I hate you. You're not allowed to get everything right. Have you been stalking me?"

"I promise you I haven't. It was just a guess, but here you go." He said giving me the plate. Then he lifted his hands up in innocence. 

"You take a bite first." I said pushing the plate towards him.

"You don't trust me? Fine," hr said taking a bite. I watched him for a second. When nothing happened I took the plate and began eating. I had to admit, it was delicious. Still didn't change my mind about him.

"I have to go to set. Will you be okay here without me?"

"Yes, get out," I said pointing to the door.