Love from the streets (A Josh Hutcherson FanFic)

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

A week has passed since I met Josh. Josh has made sure I was okay, and healthy, and whatever. He’s been so nice, and romantic, and stuff. Honestly, it’s too good to be true. It’s still a little hard to get used to the fact I live in an actual house now, though.

            I get out of bed, and get dressed in a loose knitted shirt with an undershirt underneath, jeans, and the boots I got. I actually feel really happy for a change. I walk downstairs, and meet Josh in the kitchen.

            “Heyy,” Josh says when he sees me. “Hungry?”

            “Yeah,” I respond. Josh serves me some pancakes and strawberries, and then himself.

            “Sleep well?” Josh asks as we sit at the table.

            “I always do in that bed,” I joke. Which is true. it’s like a cloud.

            “Good, you’ll need the energy.” Josh dots a bit of whipped cream on my nose, and laughs.

            I laugh too, and wipe it off. “What are we doing today?” I ask.

            “We are having fun.”

            “What kind of fun?”

            “Fun fun.”

            “Tell me, Josh!” I fling a strawberry at him with my spoon, and it hits his forehead.

            “Funny,” He says as he wipes it off. “I’m taking you somewhere.”

            “Where?”

            “Somewhere.”

            I chuckle, and finish eating. Josh takes my plate in the kitchen for me, and then leads me out to the car to leave to where ever he’s taking me. “Put this on,” Josh says once I’m the car, and hands me a blind fold.

            “Really?” I say, and take it.

            Josh laughs, and gets me to put it on. I can’t see anything for about a half hour in the car. Josh helps me out once we stop. He hold my waist to guide me for about another five minutes down the street that seems to go on forever.

            “Are we there yet?” I half laugh.

            “Almost,” Josh says.

            Finally he stops, and undoes my blindfold. My eyes adjust to the sunlight. Once they fully adjust, I see hills of grass and a picnic cloth and picnic basket and it’s all under a little tree. It could be from a movie.

            I smile, and Josh kisses my cheek. “Like it?” he asks.

            “It’s perfect…,” I say.

            “Good.” Josh sits on the cloth, and I join him. I love how Josh can be really romantic, and sweet, and perfect. I wonder if this is with all boyfriends…

            “What do you have planned?” I ask, reaching out to feel the soft, semi-wet, perfect green grass. He must’ve spent a while trying to find this place, or already had. We probably aren’t even in the city anymore; probably the suburbs.

            “I was thinking we could talk. Get to know each other better. Eat lunch. Do something else. Dinner.”

            “In other words, you didn’t really plan anything?” I smile.

            “Pretty much.” Josh laughs, and leans back, flopping into the grass, his arms spread out, and his eyes squinting up at the leaves of the tree.

            “Have you ever just wanted to… escape? Leave the world and live in your own for a while?” Josh asks me.

            “Hasn’t everyone?” I say, and lay next to him.

            Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. Josh’s words repeat in my head again.

            “True,” he says. “We should question each other. What’s your favorite color?”

            “Umm… Orange. What’s your favorite food?”

            “Mac ‘N’ Cheese.”

            Josh and I question each other like that until we decide to have lunch. We have big sandwiches and soda. Josh also made a pie an apple pie. He cuts each of us a slice. When we finish, we’re stuffed.

            “What now?” Josh asks.

            “I don’t know,” I reply. My eyes spot a squirrel in the tree above us. I watch it scurry around the branches and pick acorns and stuff them in its mouth. It scurries higher, and disappears within the trees. I don’t realize until I finish that I whistle. The birds seem to whistle back. I do it again, and so do they.

            “That’s cool,” Josh comments. Josh whistles, trying to imitate me, but the birds don’t respond. “Ehh, they hate me,” Josh laughs.

            “No they don’t, you just didn’t do it right. Like this,” – I whistle slower, showing Josh how to do it. The birds whistle back. “Try.”

            Josh tries, and the birds respond. He laughs. “I wonder what they’re thinking of us?”

            “Yeah.”

            One bird flies over our heads, and… goes on Josh’s face. I can’t stop myself from laughing. “No. Maybe they do hate you,” I laugh.

            Josh grabs a napkin, and wipes the white stuff off his face. “Very funny,” he says when he finishes. He leans in to kiss me, but I stop him.

            “Don’t even think about it until you are disinfected,” I say.

            Josh laughs again, and says, “It didn’t even get on my mouth.” He kisses me anyway, and nudges my shoulder.

            “Why are you so perfect?” Josh asks me.

            I laugh. “Yeah, right, I’m nowhere near perfection.”

            “You’re closer than you think.”

            Josh entwines out fingers together, and smiles. I smile too.