Love from the streets (A Josh Hutcherson FanFic)

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

I don’t know… I just don’t know how to feel about this. Josh leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It’s warmer than the hot chocolate. It’s better than the blanket he gave me. It’s perfect.

            When Josh pulls back, I feel the urge to lean back in, but I don’t. As he pulled back, out lip stuck to each other a little. My chapped lip stuck to his wet one. It was kind of cute. I wanted him to lean back in because I didn’t have the real courage to. He didn’t.

            Josh looked into my eyes, and I looked into his. He was only about two inches from my face. I smelled the chocolate in his breath, warm and delighting. Mine probably smelled like rain, and filth. Josh didn’t seem to mind; either that or he didn’t notice. It looked as if he was about to lean back in for another kiss, but he pulled away faster.

            “Uhm,” he said. “Why don’t I show you around a little?”

            I nod in agreement.

            Josh puts a cookie in my hand, and says “Eat.”

            I eat the cook – which is pretty tasty – as Josh guides me upstairs to start the tour. He shows me all the rooms: Exercise room, quite a few spare rooms, his bedroom, bathroom, and the room I would be staying.

            Then came the floor we started on. Josh shows me a really nice kitchen, den, dining room, and bathroom.

            “There’s really nothing special in the basement,” Josh says. “We don’t have to go down there. I hardly do anyway.”

            Josh sits on the couch, but I stand three feet in front of him to his right. I hold the blanket that’s still around me tighter, and look down at my feet. I don’t know why, but I feel like crying my eyes out…

            “Don’t feel like you need permission to sit down or something.” Josh says. “What’s mine is yours. Except for that Mac N Cheese in the fridge. You stay away from that.”

            I laugh for a second, and that’s the first I’ve smiled in forever. I sit down on the couch next to him, hoping for him to start some kind of conversation…

            “So, uh, do you have a family to get to? “he asks.

            I was so hoping he wouldn’t bring that up. I let some tears fall off onto my lap. “No.” I try to say as strongly as I can. “There’s no one left…” I try to stop crying, but I can’t. “I don’t have anyone.”

            Josh looks at me, sorrow in his eyes, his jaw clenched. “Oh… Sorry I brought it up.” He apologizes.

            “It’s okay. You didn’t know. I’m fine.”

            “No. You need a family. Everyone does. Isn’t there at least one person willing to take you in…?”

            “Not really. I have an Uncle, but he’s drunk 24/7, and doesn’t even know me. That’s the only one I can name.” Don’t burst into tears, Cory. Don’t.

            “Oh. I’m sorry about that.” Josh says sympathetically. There’s a short silence. He finally says “I’m happy I found you. Who knows –?” Josh is interrupted by a crack of thunder and lightning. He continues. “Who knows what you could be going through now if I hadn’t?”

            I don’t respond. Not that I don’t know what to say, but because I don’t want to say it. “What time is it” I ask, changing the subject.