Odds in Our Favor: A Joshifer Fanfic

Chapter Seven

Josh's POV:

I wake up on my couch. Okay, that's one thing that's fishy about this morning. I never fall asleep on my couch. No matter how tired I am, I somehow manage to drag myself up to my bedroom. The next thing I notice is that a very pretty blonde girl is lying on my chest. I smile when I see it's Jen. But then I notice that my shirt is unbuttoned. Huh. That's strange. I never unbutton my shirt unless I change it.

Wait. Unless...

Oh.

Everything hits me. Everything from last night. Every word. Every glance. Every kiss.

Shit.

I'm begging that nobody saw. I'm hoping and wishing that some paparazzi was NOT just "casually taking a walk" and "happened to stroll by my house". But as they say in The Hunger Games, "The odds are NEVER in our favor." Ever. Especially when your name happens to be Joshua Ryan Hutcherson, and the girl you may or may not have been kissing happens to be the beautiful Jennifer Shrader Lawrence. Especially when seemingly everyone on social media wants Jennifer Shrader Lawrence to become Jennifer Shrader Hutcherson. 'Okay, Josh.' I think. 'When she wakes up, you act like none of this happened. You button your shirt. You stand up. You make some coffee. You give some to her when she wakes up.' I start whisper-singing Shake it Off by Taylor Swift when I hear some soft giggling from just below my head.

"What are you doing?" Jen says, her sleepy morning voice surprisingly clear sounding. I feel my face get hot. "It was stuck in my head for a few days." I tell her. She's quiet for a moment, and I'm just about to assume she fell back asleep when she speaks.

"Crazy night last night, huh?" I reply with a soft "Yeah" before I say, "I shouldn't have started anything." She lifts up her head to look at me. "Joshua." She says. She's never called me that before. "I do say, that was nothing to be apologizing for." She grins. "But I know what you're thinking." She lowers her voice to a whisper, almost as if she's trying to prevent someone else from hearing, "The paps". I nod with a small smile. "Don't worry about them, they're losers." She says, this time for the whole world to seemingly hear.

I laugh. She rolls off of me, nearly falling on the floor before swinging over a leg to catch herself, and then finally getting up. She throws on the sweatshirt she was wearing that was apparently tossed on the floor. As she walks towards my kitchen, she yells, "What do you want for breakfast, Joshy? Pizza?" I grin. I yell back, "I was thinking of something more practical for breakfast" as I get up to button my shirt. She pokes her head back through the archway to the kitchen. "Cinnamon rolls?" I grin at her again and she smiles. "Cinnamon rolls." I repeat. "Maybe cinnamon rolls will be our always." She replies with a smirk. I chuckle at her before following her into the kitchen.

[author's note: i wrote this chapter on my phone. I will add the bold/indent/underline later when I go on my computer :3]