And my heart would soar

Chapter 4

I climb on the back of Josh's motorcycle and wrap my arms around him. He jabs the key into the ignition and backs us out slowly.
"Ready?" He asks before he takes off.
"Yes!" I answer. "Let's go."
We take off and exit onto the highway, following the roads that I know well towards Josh's loft. We turn onto the road that leads to Josh's neighborhood and stop at a red light. A small girl, only a teenager, looks up at us. Her eyes grow wide and her jaw drops. She has dark hair that whips across her face from the air conditioner. The light turns green, and she misses it, too busy watching us. Cars behind her blow their horns. We leave her aghast, and finally arrive at Josh's.

I climb off the side of Josh's bike and he is by my side before I can gather myself, grabbing my hand and guiding me to the ground safely. He smiles at me and twirls his keys around his finger, catching the one labeled 'house'. "I just got my living room redone." He says, "I hope you like it!" He opens the door to a large, carpeted room. It has red leather couches facing a 46 inch flat screen.
"I don't like my TV to be too big, it takes away the essence of the room" He winks.

"God, josh it's beautiful!" I say, making my way to the couch on the right side of the room. "How much did these couches cost?" I exclaim, running my fingers over the cushion and bouncing into the seat. Josh takes the seat next to me. "About as much as the TV." he says. "So are you ready for the press tour tomorrow?" He asks eagerly.

Crap. I forgot about the press tour. "Wow I forgot... I hope Rachel has something for me to wear." Rachel is my style girl. She does my hair and makeup and usually picks out my clothes since I'm so indecisive. I glance out of the window on the south side of the room. It's starting to get cloudy; which is good since we haven't gotten much rainy lately.

"It's getting late." Josh says, "I hope you won't be hungry for a while." josh chuckles. "Want some wine?"
"Sure!"

Josh makes his way into the kitchen and pulls a bottle down from the top of the fridge. I sit on the counter at the bar.