I get back to Vicky's house, exhausted and slightly shaken, Josh Clark kissed me, he walked (well staggered) up to me and kissed me. Although it was brief, it was something, even if he was drunk out of his mind, his drunk state led him to me, right?
I mean, when you're drunk you think of someone right? But, Josh is, well, Josh. He doesn't date, he doesn't just kiss someone out of the blew, he was acting like a completely different person earlier and he wasn't himself. To be honest though, i've only known him for about 5 days now, so I don't think I can actually make that judgment. So whatever that was, it wasn't something I should be thinking about so deeply, right?
It was nothing. Or at least it should be.
It's not even like he's going to remember it, I'm just going to act like nothing happened and carry on as normal. Act as if I can't remember a thing.
"April? Are you okay?" I hear Vicky ask into the dark room we now lie in. She's facing the ceiling on her purple double bed, while I lie curled up on her soft while sofa under the window. It's a large sofa so I can easily stretch out if I ever want to, I fidget alot while falling asleep so I need room to move.
I sigh, "yeah..."
"What happened, hun?" She knows me to well, if any of the other person had asked me, they would have completely dismissed my yeah, thinking that I was okay, but Vicky knows when I'm upset. We've known each other since we were 5 and been best friends since we were 8 so no wonder.
"Well... Josh was... um... drunk... and..." I stumble over my words, I do tell Vicky a lot, usually if she asks i'll explain, but there are some things id like to keep to myself.
"Don't tell me he took advantage of you!" she gasps, probably thinking he did a lot more than just kissed me.
"No! he just kissed me!" I whisper-shout, I'm not sure what state I'd be in if he did anything more to be honest.
"Oh-my-god! But that's good?" She replies, confused at my upset emotion, she wouldn't understand it, she's almost as bad as Finley in the "player" type category, except she's more often classed as "slut". It's outstanding that her reputation hasn't affected mine at all, I'm just the innocent geek girl. Some other girls, my age, have even come up to me in whiny voices saying how "cute" and "sweet" I am, they say it as if i'm a two year old. I'm not even cute though, they say it because they think my "innocence" makes me childish.
Funny as I probably have one of the dirtiest minds out there, I don't comment on the things I find dirty but that doesn't mean I still don't find them that way.
"No, it's not good. Josh was drunk out of his mind, he won't even remember it. And I barely know him and anyway, I rejected him, so if he does remember, there won't be anything there. And even if I didn't reject him and he remembers then there still wouldn't be anything, and I would never go out with him as he's annoying and I don't even like him! And..."
"Okay, shut the hell up." She silences me, I tend to babble when I'm under pressure. "You apparently don't like the guy, I get that, but what if he likes you?"
"He doens't."
"but what if he...."
"Vicky, he doesn't. Who in there right mind would? Just drop it okay?" I turn over to face the back of the sofa, and move around to make myself comfortable. Not happening, I keep fidgeting.
About 5 minutes of silence goes by before Vicky snaps, "Quit moving!" The silence resumes. Soon we're both asleep.
~~~~~**~~~~~
By the morning Vicky and I are talking again, our fall outs never really last for long and are usually over something fairly important anyway. I told her I'm going back home today, as I'm sure my mums and my fight would have blown over by now. I'm still not going to this dinner though, as much as she wants me to. It's not because I haven't gotten over dad, or because I think I'd hate Dave. The main reason is because I'd have to share mum again, it's so simple and obvious, but without dad, we've kind of become closer than others. I would probably go as far as saying she is one of my closest friends. With Dave around, I'd have to go back to being the normal daughter, everything would change again. So i'm refusing to go, simple as that.

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The other half of Josh
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