We sit on an old, rickety bench on a light, snowy, November evening. A cold breeze brushed pass me; shivering uncontrollably. Josh hugs me tighter to keep me warm. He lets go of me, then takes off his jacket and places it over my shoulders. With only the flickering street lamp as our companion, everything was at peace.
Snowflakes dance in the open air; reminds me of my childhood. Josh adjust his position and brushes my hair behind my ear.
"You know I love you right?" He softly whispers.
"About a million times you've asked," I chuckle, "and I-" His lips brush against mine, soft and gentle when,
A mugger comes in and takes his pants.
The End.
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Book Of Josh Hutcherson
Roman pour AdolescentsAmusing stories about the famous actor Josh Hutcherson. No harm intended, just a parody I made.
