I Miss My Cocoa Butter Kisses | A Josh Richards Fanfiction

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮 |✔

"So, we still have a lot to work on in our new home. Thank you all for being here." Anthony started as he looked at all of us, me standing between Josh and Amanda and Amanda next to Kanzie. They were really happy as I had asked them to come with us. They had agreed immediately.

"So, we have 3 rooms to paint and 2 rooms to do other stuff like setting up shelves or lightnings. We'll have groups of twos and one group with three people."

"I'd like to go in a group with Amanda!" Kio immediately said, before swallowing. Amanda blushed and nodded shyly, while I gave her a reassuring squeeze on the arm.

Anthony nodded. "Great, then I'll go with Avani, Brice and Addison will go together, Jaden, Griffin and Kanzie and Josh and Sophia."

Before I could say anything, Josh nodded, grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me with him, while shouting over his shoulder: "Great, we're gonna paint upstairs!"

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As we brought all the painting stuff upstairs, changed into something that could get dirty and getting newspapers all over the floor, so that it couldn't get dirty, I grabbed myself a paintbrush and ducked it into the white colour, smoothing out the dark stains on the corners of the walls.

"So." I started, as Josh came up next to me, the paint roller in his hands, rolling onto the wall and leaving white lines of paint on the slightly grey wall. "I'm guessing you don't have a girlfriend."

He laughed and shook his head, licking his lip and looking down at me. "No, there was always just one girl I could think about."

I smiled and shrugged. "And does she feel the same way? Is she back in Canada?"

For a blink of an eye, I saw something in his eyes that wasn't normally there. It was hurt. But that vanished as fast as I could see it, before it was replaced by amusement. "No, she's not back in Canada and I don't know if she feels the say way. But I can tell you that there's a lot of tension between us."

A slight hint of jealousy ran through my heart while thinking about Josh with another girl, but I tried to hide it with a smile. "Oh and how does she look?"

He snorted, before turning his body to mine, leaving the paint roller in the painting. "I'm talking about you, dumbass!"

My mouth shaped an o as I blushed and pulled my attention away from him, focusing on the paintbrush in my hand. "Oh."

He shook his head. "How can you be so naive and unaware of someone liking you?"

I furrowed my brow, looking up at him. "I'm not naive!"

He snorted. "Yeah of course."

His voice dripped from sarcasm and I rolled my eyes before smacking him in the chest. "I'm not!"

"You are."

"No!"

"Yes!" He held the paint roller up in front of my face before making a white point of paint onto my noise. "You are."

My mouth fell open before I smirked and grabbed the paintbrush, stroking it across his face. "We can play the same game, Richie."

His smirk grew, as he spit out a bit of the paint that was onto his lips and dipping his hand into the white paint on the floor.

I knew what he was about to do, so I started running but it was to late. He grabbed me by the waist, swirled me around as I squealed, then smashed his hand onto my head so my hair were full of white paint.

We both laughed and I fought against his firm grip, getting free and grabbing a hold of the painting bucket and throwing some paint onto him.

As did he, while we ran around the room together, laughing and smirking, sometimes jumping at the cool sensation of the cold paint against our warm skin and just enjoying each other's company, acting like 12 year old kids again.

And again, there was this feeling of utter happiness and carefree living, without losing my mind with overthinking and trying to solve my problems. I wished it would last forever.

But surely, it didn't.

As I was about to bump my painty hands onto his shirt, I've felt my phone vibrating in my jeans and I took a few steps away from him looking at my hands and then him again. "My phone's buzzing. Can you show me the bathroom?"

He nodded smiling before opening the door with his elbow, careful not to left stains of paint and we went to the bathroom together, laughing and washing our hands and faces.
Not all of the paint vanished, but we wouldn't leave stains anywhere, which was what we wanted.

As I grabbed my phone from my pocket and unlocked it, Josh was still wiping his hands. My eyes widened as I read the messages Dylan had send me. He'd called me 1 time.

Where are you?
Why aren't you answering?
I'm coming to your house now!

I sighed and turned my attention back to Josh. As he saw my facial expression his smile sank and watched me with worry in his eyes. "Everything's fine?"

I nodded quickly, before pulling my hair out of my face and biting the inside of my cheek. "Yeah but I gotta go. I'm sorry. Please tell Amanda and Mackenzie that I left."

And without any further interactions, I ran down the stairs and speedwalked back to my house, arriving the in less than 4 minutes.

My hands were sweaty as I saw Dylan's car in front of my house. As quickly as I could, I rang the doorbell and my dad opened it, a frown on his face.

"Hey sweetie. Dylan's in your room, waiting for you. He seemed hella pissed."

I swallowed and nodded. "I know. Thanks dad." I kissed his cheek, before walking up the steps in a rush, not paying attention to my mom or my grandmother.

I knocked on my door, my door, and grabbed the door handle, pushing it open softly.

Oh, here we go.