Odds in Our Favor: A Joshifer Fanfic

Chapter Six

Josh's POV

Jen is hanging out at my place tonight. It's a nice cool Friday evening. Of course, we're eating pizza. We watched the third Hobbit movie. The credits are rolling now. It's been a few weeks since we wrapped the last two Mockingjay scenes.

"Wow, Joshie. That was a really good movie." "You liked it, Jen?" I ask her. 'Yea!'' She says. "Thorin's a babe." I laugh.

"Jen.. I've been thinking... Uhh.."

"About the love scene?" She interrupts.

"How did you know?"

"I've been thinking about it too." She admits. "It's just I felt something, you know? Like... It was almost like.."

"Sparks?" I say, interrupting her.

"Yea."

It's quiet for a little bit. By that time I've turned off the TV.

"You know..." She says with a sly edge to her voice. I turn to look at her and she's smirking.

She stops smirking when she sees I've turned and appears to be looking at my eyes.

"When you said you felt a spark?"

 I nod at her.

"I am the girl on fire." She says with a laugh. Suddenly, I feel her fingers running through my hair breifly.

Don't do it, Josh. Don't do it. Don't. No. Don't

I ignore my thoughts and cut to the chase.

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Jen's POV

"You know....When you said you felt a spark? I am the girl on fire." I say with a smirk. I can't keep it in. I laugh. Loud.

Josh is grinning and suddenly I find myself staring at his eyes. I can't resist. I run my fingers through his once blonde hair. I smile as I remember it, as it is now brown again. Apparently Josh is quick to re-dye his hair after a Hunger Games movie.

I'm smiling at him when all of a sudden I feel his lips on mine. It feels familiar, and I don't hesitate to kiss back. Somehow this doesn't feel wrong. Like this was bound to happen. But for some reason my smile fades as I kiss him. He pulls away. "I'm sorry, Jen." He says. I'm grinning again. "Don't be...Peeta." He grins and I kiss him again.

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Jena's POV

Francis had asked me to drop off a first copy of Mockingjay Part Two to the cast's homes. I had agreed, but under the condition that I could bring Sam. Sam, of course, had agreed. Jennifer hadn't answered the door, so I just left it in her mailbox. We were on our way to Josh's house, literally down the street. Sam rang the doorbell, but we didn't hear it ring. "Maybe his doorbell's busted." Sam said. "I'll take a peek through the window, see if any lights are on." I told him. He nodded.I peeked through the nearest window. It took every effort for me to not burst out laughing. "Sam!" I hissed at him. "What?" He whispered back in his awesome British accent. "Come here! Be quiet though." He tiptoed over to the window. He put a gloved hand over his mouth.

There, in the window, we saw Jen and Josh, having a full on make-out sesh.

"It's finally happening, isn't it?" Sam whispered with a laugh. "Hang on, I gotta snap this." "What are we, Jena? The bloody paparazzi?" Sam asked. "For now we are." I replied with a smirk and snapped the picture, along with like 10 seconds of video for good measure. We decided it would be better off to just leave Josh's copy in the mail too, considering they weren't going to stop any time soon.