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a normal one -josh

hii dialogue prompts 5, 9, & 34 with josh for @braziliancupcake <3

"Don't lie to me."
"You always use the same fucking excuses... I'm tired."
"You're the one i want."

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"Josh, stop," you say while turning away from him.

"No, look at me," he says as he attempts to grab your hand, but you pull away.

"Josh, I don't even wanna talk about it anymore," you shake your head and start to walk towards the door.

Josh is always the life of the party, which means that he'll talk to anyone and everyone, including other girls. Of course you aren't upset that he was talking to other girls, but you're upset because they were flirting with him.

Obviously there are going to be girls flocking over the lead singer of any rock 'n roll band, but it still hurts. Especially when you pile it on top of everything else. You never feel important because there's always a show, an interview, a rehearsal, fans who want all of his attention.

You know this is his job and it obviously isn't either of your faults, but no matter how much he reassured you, it was so fucking hard to actually feel it. And through the phone at that, especially when it was still the same cycle afterwards. You were starting to become unsure of how obtainable this life of being Josh Kiszka's girlfriend was.

All you wanted was to be his girlfriend. A normal one who got to see her partner whenever either of them pleased, a normal one who got to call or text her partner at any time of the day, a normal one who got to go on regular dates with their partner, or even just fucking wake up with them.

"Mama, they weren't even flirting with me, and even if they were, you're the one I want," you hear him say behind you.

After a few seconds you mumble, "Don't lie to me." You know he's just trying to make you feel better but it was blatantly obvious that they were throwing themselves at him. You couldn't care less what they were doing, but you just wish it didn't involve Josh. "You always use the same fucking excuses... I'm tired. Even if it's not your fault I-"

"What am I lying about?" his voice raises and even though you can't see him you know his hands are in the air.

"Look," you turn to face him with a sigh, "I love you, but....." you trail off and look at the ground.

He rushes over to you quickly. "But what?" he asks with a concerned expression. He tries to take your hands in his again, but you let yours fall limp in his grasp.

"I- I don't know! I don't know how much longer I can do this," you shake your head and tears begin to stream down your face faster than you can process them, "Sometimes I just wish that we could be a normal couple and you weren't always fucking gone. I know it's not your fault and it's hard for you too, but I just don't think it's good for me. For us," your voice gets increasingly shaker with every word.

When you look up at him, tears threatened to poor down his face. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he says, "What are you saying?" His face is so sad and it's crushing you by the second.

It feels like there's a stack of bricks on your chest as you continue, "I don't know what I'm saying," you shake your head and retract your hands from his.

"No, no, no, no. You- what are you thinking?" he steps towards you and puts your face into his hands, forcing you to look at him. You wrap one of your hands around his which is holding you cheek. Your eye close as you sniffle.

A few moments pass by before he speaks again. "Mama?" he says shakily, awaiting your response.

His tone could cause you to break down right there, but you hold it in. When you open your eyes, tears are already rushing down his face. "Joshy," you whisper. You lift your hand to caress his cheek, "I'm sorry." His fingers wrap around yours, but as you back away from him it's almost a your slipping away. He doesn't let go until your completely out of reach.

a/n: should i do a pt 2 i feel like this cliff hanger is sad as shit