Biology||Josh Richards

1.4

//Josh//

My mother and I stand in front of the sink as we both scrub plates and bowls with wet, soapy sponges. "Savannah is really nice darling," my mom sparks up the conversation.

"Yeah, I know," I tell her, continuing to rub the blue sponge against the easily breakable plate.

"You just really like her," she smirks and my cheeks flushing a faint pink.

"Yeah, I do," I grin, "I've liked her since junior year,"

"Well, why haven't you told her already?" She's intrigued by my secret love story for this incredible girl.

"We just," I take in a sharp breath, "We never really talked until now," I nod, accepting my response.

"How did you even start talking?" She question further.

"She's taking senior-level biology." I chuckle, "she's really smart."

We talk about her for a few more minutes before she tells me that she can do the rest herself and to go see Savannah because she had been waiting in my room for around ten minutes.

I nod, walking out of the kitchen and up the narrow stairs to hear quiet music softly playing from my room. The door was creaked open leaving a crack for me to see a dazed Savannah scrolling through a shopping website on her phone, listening and singing to '18' in one direction. I stand there listening to her sing. She was sat on the floor, leaning her back against the side of my bed facing my closed bathroom. She couldn't see me, and I could only see the side of her.

"I have loved you since we were eight teen," she pauses waiting for the next lines of the song not even acknowledging my presence. "Long before we both thought the same thing... to be loved, to be in love," she sings, dragging out the "love" just as the song does. She had an astonishing voice, one that could definitely stand out in the crowd. She stops, sighing a sad sigh leaving me bewildered.

"Why'd you stop?" She turns her head, her hair flipping as she does. Startled, she stands up facing me while holding her phone tightly to her slightly exposed cleavage. God was she gorgeous.

"When did yo- how much do- what?" She asks, utterly disoriented.

"You have a beautiful voice, you know?" I pick up a t-shirt, throwing it into my dresser. I really should clean my room. 

And as if she read my mind she says, "Thanks, you're room is a mess. You should let me clean it."

"I mean, only if you want to-" she interrupts me mid-sentence.

"Good, it's pissing me off." She giggles adorably and I chuckle.

She walks over to my dresser, where I just through the dirty t-shirt, and examines where I put my stuff. Before she sees the last drawer, I walk over closing it. "You don't need to look in there," I stutter knowing that that's where I keep things for, uh, certain times.

"Why? Is that where you keep your condoms or something?" God d.amn, this girl knows everything. I look down, biting my lip. "You're disgusting." She answers bluntly as she starts to organize my t-shirts inside the top left drawer.

"Hey!" I hold my hand to my chest, mocking a hurtful expression. "You never know,"

"You're right, you don't, but still." She looks away, showing no expression aside from closing her eyes for a few seconds before they re-open and continue her organization extravaganza. I singularly nod, sit on my bed, laying on my elbow as I scroll through Tik Tok. I see her lip sink to all the songs playing as I realize she's probably quite familiar with them, knowing she's on the addicting app so much.

"Do you mind if I change in your bathroom real quick? This dress is really annoying," I nod. She leans down, grabbing her bag and walking away into my bathroom.

A few minutes later, she walks out in gray sweatpants and a vintage Nirvana t-shirt where it was tied in a knot at the hem. God, she looked so sexy in sweatpants. The way the fabric expressed her butt and skinniness so well. God, I want to just kiss her already. But I knew it was too soon.

a/n
So that's some hot tea. The gif below was my expression writing this and it Harry styles(●'◡'●) Josh do be hiding some condoms dough...