How will you fix me? (Marianas Trench fan fic)

Chapter 11

Hayley's P.O.V.

Me and Josh didn't talk much anymore, I tried, but he was barely ever at school. It was now the end of March, and I hadn't seen Josh in two weeks. I had talked to him briefly about a week ago on the phone, but that was it. According to Matt, he barely ever showed up to band practice. What was happening, London giving me the cold shoulder, Josh giving up on...things? I don't really know. I looked at the time, it was almost 5:00, which meant that my day at work was almost over. And after work, I would grow a pair and confront Josh.

Time seemed to drag on. But when the hand hit 12, announcing that it was finally 5:00, I suddenly wished time would go by a little slower. I was getting nervous about seeing Josh. Why though? It's not like we were dating or anything. My mind lingered for a moment on the thought of dating Josh, but I pulled myself out, dating Josh wouldn't be a good thing, and I shouldn't let myself develop any expectations. And there I was again, overthinking things.

I headed over to my car and got in. I nervously rubbed my chest, trying to feel how nquick my heart was beating. It didn't seem like it was beating too hard, but I could feel it in my throat. I had no reason really to be nervous, well, kind of, but it's not like I was going over there to break up with him, but whenever I had to confront anyone about anything, I always got nervous, and it was something that I hated about myself.

The drive to Josh was slow. Mainly because I made it slow. Driving slowly, making overly long stops at stop signs, taking small detours. I was trying to figure out what I would say when I got there. What if he hated me? What if this became one of those typical movie scenes where the girl-or boy- called the friend or showed up at their door and the parents gave the excuse that their kid was "unavailable". No. For all I know this could turn out to be great.

I pulled up in Josh's driveway at 5:30. I stayed in the car another minute or two, mentally repeating what I would say, as I pretended to fumble around looking for something in my car, just in case anyone was awkwardly watching me...I was paranoid. If it was either of his parents or sisters, I would simply say: Hi, I came to see Josh. And if they gave me the "unavailable" excuse, I would say that there was homework I needed to hand over to him. If Josh answered, I would give him the sweetest smile I could pull out of my ass before kicking him in the ass. And as I gave him that sweet smile of mine, I would calmly tell him that I wanted to hang out. After all, Josh was just absent from school...and band practice, he's not avoiding me, right? Or is he? Whatever, I was starting to look really weird just staying therre in my car. Yeah, it had taken me thirty minutes to come up with that lame excuse.

His mom was the one to answer the door. "Hey, I came to see Josh." I said. "Oh, come in. Josh hasn't been out of his room much lately, I'm sure company will do him some good." She answered. She seemed like a nice person, I liked her. "Thank you." I said, smiling. I made my way in, gave a smile to Josh's father as I passed by and went down in the basement. Josh's door was closed, so I gave a slight knock before coming in. "Hey..." I said, giving him that sweet smile I had planned. He walked over to me, his eyes seemed bloodshot, and honestly, he looked like shit. "Hey, um, I'm tired, I was just going to bed. Not really in the mood to see anyone." He told me. I glanced at the alarm clock that was on his night table. It indicated 5:37. "Really?" I said, giving him a teasing smile, trying to hide the fact that I was hurt. "It's not even 6:00..." I continued. He passed a hand through his hair. "Oh, um...yeah...nap...I didn't sleep much last night." He told me. What was this, he wasn't following the script that I had hoped he would follow. The one where we both consent to sit on his bed and talk. But he was avoiding me. I took a second to try and gather my thoughts. "Josh... Why... um... What's... going on?" Wow I sucked. "What?" He asked. He was right, I hadn't given much detail as to what I meant. "You've barely been showing up at school, you barely ever make it band practice, why?" I asked. "I've been sick." He said in a dry tone. I nodded, I knew he wasn't sick, and I was starting to get annoyed. "Cut the bullshit. What's going on?" I said, raising my voice. "I told you! Nothing is going on! I'm sick, okay!?" He was raising his voice too. "I'm not stupid. I may not have known you for long, but I do know you well, and you're not okay and you're definately not sick." I had lowered my tone, not wanting things to escalate. "I'm fine. You can leave now." He said in an indifferent voice. "Josh, I care about you, dammit! Please, just tell me what's wrong!" I yelled. "Get out." He said, still indifferent. I just stood there. "Get out! I don't need your help! Okay!?" He yelled. Ii had tears in my eyes. I shook my head, and without another word, I walked out.

So just like that, within ten minutes, we had went from awkward, to yelling, to me leaving on Josh's demand. It had went great.

A/N: I know it's short, sorry! And sorry I haven't posted in over a year...I'll try and update regularly. I was reading the story to refresh my memory and I realized how bad my writing was, so sorry for that too... On another note, what do you guys think so far?