My phone buzzed, and my mind flew to Brennan and The Mailbox.
Instead, there was the Facebook icon.
Friend Request from Josh Jacobs.
I squinted at the screen, clicking on the notification. My eyes went wide. It was him.
The boy from the hall. I scrolled through his wall.
If one person asks me about the President, I'm moving back. (Wrong Washington come on)
I grinned. I could think of quite a few people that would 100 percent do that. More than once.
Loving the crap outta these cookies. (With Sofie Jacobs)
I think I'm hilarious.
It ended up that I started smiling even before the post ended, because I knew that it was going to be hilarious.
But as went to his pictures, an album caught my eye. It was titled Wishing for Washington, and had around a hundred pictures in it.
I started scrolling.
There was picture after picture of him with various guys and more than a few girls. As I went through them, my pulse quickened, and I bit my lip as I started wondering about who these people were. Why they cared about Josh so much.
I loved how he smiled, not just with his mouth, but his eyes too. It was magical. And he managed to be kind and sweet and amazing, without bothering anyone or making anyone mad.
He wasn't a shadowy person, by any standards. But he knew exactly where to draw the line between funny and rude.
I love it.
I opened the Messenger, my thumbs starting to shake and my pulse throbbing in my ears.
Please don't think I'm weird. I thought, biting my thumbnail.
Hey. I wrote. Sorry about this morning.
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Teen FictionCammie is sweet, cutesy, sarcastic, sometimes morbid, and violently social. Reemee is just the chick who is trying to fit in at the new school. Brennan is flirty, sarcastic, and smoother than butter on ice. Josh is so sweet he makes honey jealous, k...
