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josh #3

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Some would say, we're as best as best friends go. Josh and I have been friends from as early as we can remember. It feels as if we've spent every moment of our lives thus far together. I find it genuinely hard to imagine a world without him by my side.

"What's first? The games, a Disney movie, or the fort?" Behind closed doors, together, we act like absolute children.

"The smart move is the fort." Josh nods, unfolding one of many blankets I had already pulled out. After completing our gorgeous fort, we each get comfortable on the couch (which we somehow were able to contain within the fort) before scrolling through Disney+. We search for a good movie for around fifteen minutes before settling on Finding Nemo. A classic.

Josh and I are home alone. This isn't abnormal. My parents have, what you would think is, way too much trust in the two of us, having been friends for more than a decade and never causing trouble (besides the time we set Josh's yard nearly on fire, but we don't talk about that). My mom, however, really wants the two of us to be together. My dad is hesitant on the situation, but I'm pretty sure my mom already has our wedding planned. Josh and I aren't like that, though. We're friends and only friends. That's all it's ever been.

"I just don't understand why they can't just speed the fuck up and get back the stupid fish!" Josh shouts at the TV as if we're watching sports and there's an actual reason to be frustrated.

"Josh, it's a freaking Disney movie!" I giggle, motioning towards the screen.

"It's still stupid." He pouts, crossing his arms.

I roll my eyes. "You're still stupid."

He smiles before pulling me over to him and messing up my hair mercilessly. "JOSH YOU JERK!" I gasp out as hair strands fall in front of my eyes. He takes his hand away, letting me free. "I hate you sometimes." I mutter, running my fingers through my now knotted hair.

Josh laughs as he grabs his bottle of water and takes a drink. "Hand me mine?" I beg with wide eyes. Acting annoyed, he hands me the bottle. I stick my tongue out as I grab it from him. I take off the cap and flip it in my fingers. I watch as Josh does the same. Together, we poor ourselves water shots. Neither of us like alcohol, so we resort to this. Smiling at each other, we down the caps full of water. I take an actual drink before recapping and handing it back to my best friend.

Continuing to watch the movie, I lie down with my head on Josh's lap. This allows him to calmly play with my hair as oppose to messing it up horribly. Yes, we're that type of best friends.

After the movie ends, we move onto playing wii games. After a few long rounds of Mario Kart (me losing miserably, yet every time I somehow pull through, Josh begs for a rematch), we migrate to Wii Sports. Feeling like putting Josh through suffering, I select golf. "Oh, fuck you."

I grin over at him. "Love you, Josh!"

We don't even make it past the first hole before Josh starts raging. "THIS IS EVEN MORE DUMB THAN THE STUPID FISH MOVIE!"

Meanwhile, I'm trying to breathe as I wheeze out all of my breath. "Josh! Quit it! You're gonna kill me!" He spins around. "GOOD! YOU CHOSE THIS GAME!" This only results in more laughter.

With breaths between what seems like each word, I gasp out a sentence. "YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME HAVE A HEART ATTACK!"

"NO! DON'T DIE ON ME!" He throws the remote down and tugs me into a bear hug. "YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!" He can't even make it through his own joke before falling into exactly what I have.

My ribs feel as if they're about to split, my stomach stings, tears fill my eyes, it's all due to an astronomical amount of laughter.

It's almost shocking that we're able to escape the cage of laughter we've been stuck in together for about five minutes now. Josh still holds me captive in a hug as we gratefully receive our breath back. He voices a noise similar to what a child would use to simulate a boat sinking or plane crashing as he leans back and lies down. It's important to note that I'm still trapped with his arms around me.

"I love you, N/n." He sighs.

"I love you too, Josh."

I think right there is when it hit the both of us that this might be one of our last moments like this for a while.

In two days, I leave for college. Not only that, but it's across the country. I would do anything to stay here with Josh forever, yet that's not the best way to peruse photography. I've always been told "Oh! You should be the model! Not the photographer!"; though, I've never had an interest in modeling. I'd rather not do anything at all for a career over modeling.

Anyways, I have enough faith is our friendship that I believe I'll come back a year or so from now and we can pick up where we left off for a while.

But for now, I'll let my breathing get heavier as I fall asleep on Josh's chest like the millions of times before.

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damn. good thing i don't have an established schedule cuz i'm awful at this..aaaaanyways this will be my first mini series :) i promise there's more to it then just this. this is sort of a prologue. also, the entire series came to me by listening to ribs by lorde.

but quick story time! so my guy best friend and are super duper close and love each other a hell of a lot. even tho we only met this past january. we facetime every night and talk to each other about things that we can't to other people. we say i love you a lot to each other cuz, well, we love and appreciate each other so freaking much. anyways, recently he's been saying things that have me..confused and conflicted. for example: he'll go on about how happy i make him and how ever since we've become friends he's gotten leagues happier. which is amazing! i didn't even know i was capable of that! but it's not just that, i'm very insecure about my looks, body, etc. and he, being a good friend, insists that i'm beautiful and "any guy would be lucky to have you". okay, i understand it might sound like i'm over exaggerating but listen up. to preface: we're playfully mean to each other and always have been. like, i'll call him a man whore and he'll call me a bitch and it's all fun in games. actually, bitch is sort of my nickname at this point. and last night he literally said to me "i wanna ask this bitch out but i don't want anything to ruin our friendship." he then went on to explain that what him and this girl have is something that he's never had with a girl (he's told me i'm literally his only girl bsf and every girl at his school drives him crazy and that he loves me at the same level as his guy bsf and his FAMILY MEMBERS) and he later asked me "what do you think of me"? and i don't wanna get my hopes up cuz you see i got my heart broken cuz i did get my hopes up and i don't want that to happen again! and he's super sweet, funny, talented, a gamer, wants to teach me to skate, and is super supportive of everything i say and let's me rant to him and is just an amazing person. he's cute to so + IDK am i overreacting?? idek at this point :( if you read all of this, +20 brownie points.
thank you for coming to my ted talk. 🥡

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published : July 26, 2020
words : 1385