Bite My Tongue. (Josh Franceschi/You Me At Six Fanfic)

No One.

A/N

I hope that you's all know what Josh looked like in 2010 if not go watch the Liquid Confidence music video, I'll try and put it at the side... But you all should know what he looked like in that ;)

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I was at work and it was totally dead. There were at least 10 people in and they were all the usuals. Including Ollie. I brought a stool from the front of the bar to behind it so I could sit down. I looked up as a guy walked in wearing a long coat, beanie and glasses, he started walking towards me. I held back my laughter for as long as I could but ended up bursting into hysterics.

He approached me trying to act civilised "May I have a pint of your finest beer please, my love?" I pulled myself together trying to act posh "Of course fine sir, right this moment!" He sat down across from me. I handed him his pint taking to my seat again. I pulled off his beanie and his glasses, "you're not fooling anyone Franceschi!" I started laughing again and he joined me taking a sip of his beer. "Sorry I never called, turns out I was busier than I thought I'd be" he made a pouty face tilting his head "Its okay Im sure I can forgive you"

I have to admit it, him acting normal is attractive, but him pouting and making sad eyes! Man its like he wants to kill me!

I don't have to crush on Josh. I swear. I just think that he's not that bad to look at? "So uhm," he lowered his head looking into his glass "have the texts stopped?" How did he know that it wasn't just one time thing. "Ehh yeah?" He looked at me in the eyes, raising his eyebrow in disbelief "okay no, just stop looking at me like that, you're making me feel bad!" I walked away from him serving the guy next to him "can I borrow your phone Charlie?" He leant over the bar reaching for me phone behind the counter.

"Hi my love what can I get you?" An old lady came over to the bar looking really happy and smiley "hello gorgeous, I'll just have a gin and tonic please?" I nodded my head making her drink "of course!" I glanced over at Josh as I poured her drink I couldn't really see what he was doing "here you go my love, just call me over if you need anything else" I went back over to Josh as the woman paid. "What are you doing?" He looked up at me shocked with his eyes wide open, it made me feel guilty like I'd does something bad and I made him look that way, it was a really horrible feeling. "Charlie, these are disgusting, why didn't you tell someone?" I shrugged my shoulders as he looked at me confused "I guess I didn't see the point, Im fine, and there's no one to tell. Cas just gets worked up and goes mental plus she's been ignoring me too so, there's no one."

I've tried calling Cas so many times in the past two days, she ignored me the whole train ride home from London, and she's been ignoring my texts. I don't know what I've done and Im not going to keep chasing after her. Josh took my hand making me look into his eyes "me. You could have called me, or texted, fuck you could have even tweeted me!" I shook my head not taking my hands out of his "you said it yourself Josh; You were busier than expected. Not to mention I hardly know you nor do you me" I took my hands back as the old woman tried to get my attention "yes lovely, what can I help you with?" She looked at me all innocently, her face showed that she was happy. Content even. "I can see that you're having some troubles with your boyfriend" I shook my head rapidly, "oh he's not my--" She cut me off before I got to finish "I think that if you want to maintain a successful relationship you need to let him help you, whether its just a friendship or a proper relationship you have to let someone in dear" I smiled uncontrollably she was such a sweet old woman, I never expected anything like that "you're very wise" she smiled and nodded at me "I've been around a long, long time not to know a few thinks dear" she slowly got up from her seat waving me goodbye "it was nice talking to you!" I raised my voice slightly as she approached the door.

I picked her glass up putting it in the dishwasher and walking back to Josh once again. "Im done for tonight, Im going to get my stuff" I walked back into the staff room to get my jumper. When I walked back out Josh was standing by the door waiting. "Im walking you home" I started laughing jingling my car keys "I can drive" he rolled his eyes putting his hands on his hips. Sassy. "Again, you going to refuse every offer to hang out?" I smiled again patting his back, "okay we're going to mine, we can have few beers and I'll even order pizza" we were already walking to my car which was parked around the corner "this doesn't make up for each time you've rejected me though!" I nodded my head as we got in the car.

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I was sitting in my living room, eating pizza, drinking beers and watching the football I recorded earlier with Josh. Josh Franceschi. There's something I never thought I'd say. Ever. "So howcome, you've got all this? A house, a car? You only work at a bar" I was waiting for that question, it was bound to be asked sooner or later. "My dad worked as engineer in in a foreign country and because he was only home every six months for two months he earned a lot of money" I took a sip of my beer, I hate telling people the next part I really do "unfortunately my dad died of a brain tumor three years ago, he left me a load of money for my 18th birthday and one of his cars." He nodded along as I spoke, I tore up a little but I missed my dad like mad. He was the only one who listened to me. We May not have seen each other that often but he called every night, even with the time difference. "Do you miss him?" I nodded my head slowly trying not to let a tear fall. I failed. The salty wet substance made its way from my eye down my cheek falling onto my jumper. "Yes, I think about him everyday, I still wait for the phone calls, the random messages. Sometimes when I wake up, I forget and I wonder why he didn't call and then, I'll start crying and I won't know why." I wiped the tears from my eyes inhaling deeply before I continued "Then when I wake up and I see the picture on the wall I remember and I breakdown like I did on the day I found out that he died." I wiped away the tears from my eyes again. It was the first time that I had spoken about my dad to anyone and the last time. I don't talk about how I feel to anyone, on any occasion.

If no one knows how I feel, no one can break down my walls. No one.