Converted Hosie Oneshots

Thinking Of Her

By:MagicalStripedHorse on Archiveofourown

Falling asleep was supposed to be easy after the day they had, her body still working to heal and her eyes heavy enough to let her rest, but there was a thrumming that had snuck into her chest that kept her from sleep.

Falling asleep was supposed to be easy, Hope thought, staring blindly at her old bedroom ceiling. Except, it seems, when Josie Saltzman was on your mind.

The history she shared with the twins before Malivore and the monsters had been rocky at best and it was hard to imagine she'd one day be sitting in their room, eating ice-cream that Lizzie had snuck out of the kitchen and stealing glances at Josie as her sister raved on about boys and payback and punishment.

A part of her knew it was more a way to distract them all from the heartache that Landon left in his wake and less about actual revenge, but another part knew it might very well only be for the night; that tomorrow would be a whole other story if Lizzie was given half the chance.

For a second Hope wondered if she needed to warn MG, giving a soft laugh at the thought of him being cornered by an angry Lizzie. Maybe, she mused, resting her hands on her chest when the thrumming started spreading into her fingertips.

It must have been the way she placed her hands, fingertips feather-light and warm against each other but suddenly it was like she could still feels Josie's hand in hers.

Something had shifted between them tonight, something more than them relearning how to be friends after loving and losing the same boy. Something more to do with old memories she had been forced to dig up these past few weeks, moments revisited of a time when things were so different and yet still so familiar.

Maybe falling asleep wasn't supposed to be easy, but loving Josie certainly was.

"This is insane," she whispered, reaching for the bedside lamp and sitting up, her eyes taking a second to adjust to the light before her gaze shifted across her room. The twins had both been adamant in suggesting she move back into her old room, and though most of her personal belongings had either been disposed of or stored in unmarked boxes, her eyes were immediately drawn to the open notebook left haphazardly strewn across her dust-covered desk.

Somebody must be using her pen.

It was nothing more than a passing comment, something said to fill the silence Hope's confession had conjured, but those six little words echoing inside her head was all it took to break the spell that kept her frozen in place.

Tossing the sheets aside, Hope soon found herself rummaging through her old mostly-empty drawers, eagerly searching until finally, hidden in the farthest corner of a dresser, she found Penelope's gift and she couldn't help but give a grateful smile at the fact that she was too tired to dispose of the pen the day she received it, and suspicious enough not to have used it until now.

She made her way back to bed slowly, her mind already running through what to say as she settled cross-legged under the covers with the open notebook in her lap.

Maybe it was the stillness and comfort the night offered, just knowing the moments they shared were kept safe and secret from the daylight and its insecurities making her brave enough to find comfort in the gentle press of the pen against the page.

There are very few things in this world that I am certain of, especially after everything that we've been through this past year. As if the world wasn't crazy enough...

I'd be lying if I said I regret giving myself up, that sacrificing myself wasn't worth even the slightest hope that you and everyone I cared about would be safe.