Love from the streets (A Josh Hutcherson FanFic)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

I let Josh wrap a blanket around me since the rain outside that just started made the house cold. I rest my head on Josh’s shoulder, and he holds me. Josh turns the TV to a movie called Titanic. After the movie, Josh and I set up a picnic in the middle of the room. We go the whole day laughing and playing games and eating and having random contests. It’s perfect. If you subtract the fact as to what Josh was helping me calm down with, today was perfect.

                Josh and I sit on the couch to relax, and he pulls me down so I’m on his chest. “So now what?” I ask smiling.

                “I don’t know. It’s almost five. Another movie?”

                I shake my head.

                “Board game?”

                “I don’t know any.”

                “I can teach you if you want.”

                “Sure.”

                Josh gets up, and leaves to get a board game from another room. I find myself wrapping the blanket around me again, and getting up to look out a window to look at the rain. It’s pouring, but no thunder or lightning. It’s peaceful. “I’ll be right outside!” I yell to tell Josh. I drop the blanket, and walk outside into the rain. I stand still for a minute, then I walk forward a bit. I hold out my arms on my sides, and let the rain soak into my clothes. It’s not cold rain, it’s kind of the rain that not color nor warm but is in between, sending a really relaxing feeling. I lay on the pavement, arms out, legs out, head up. I could just fall asleep. I’m used to sleeping on the pavement in the rain, but that’s not why. I’ve always wanted to get this relaxing feeling in the rain. Before I met Josh I’ve thought that sleeping outside in the rain wasn’t that great a thing. But right now, it’d be relaxing.

“Safe and sound…” I whisper to myself. “You have a home, Cory. Your one wish came true, Cory. Josh is your savor, Cory. Get him outside, Cory.”

                I tilt my head back to look at the window in the front of the house, and see Josh just starting to look through it. He looks like he’s chuckling. I smile, and yell, “Come outside!”

                Josh comes outside a minute later, but wearing a jacket with the hood up. “What’re you doing on the ground?” He asks with a smile.

                “Enjoying the rain. Why do you have your hood up?”

                “I don’t want to get wet.”

                “Do you like the rain?”

                “Who doesn’t?”

                “If you love the rain, don’t shield yourself from it.”

                Josh laughs for a second. “Fine.” He takes off his jacket off and throws it under a tree. “Stand up, Cory.”

                “Why? I love it on the ground!”

                Josh bends down, and grabs one of my arms. “Stand up for a few minutes!” Josh laughs.

                “But I want to lie down, Josh!”

                “Just for a minute?” Josh gives me puppy eyes.

                “You can’t fool me with those.” Josh keeps it up. “Fine!” I stand up, and push some of my hair back behind my ear. “What?” I ask.

                Josh takes both my hands, and pulls me in closer. Somehow I know that my smile faded, but I’m blushing slightly. “You are so different from the other girls I’ve met,” Josh says.

                “Yeah. They had somewhere decent to live when they met you.”

                “It’s not that,” he says. Josh wraps his arms around my waist, and I get soaked from the rainwater Josh is covered in, plus mine. “It’s… I don’t know.” Josh smiles, and leans in to kiss me. I’m perplexed. I don’t know what to think. A kiss in the rain with Josh sounds really romantic, and it is. But I’m confused on why he thinks I’m different if the reason isn’t because he found me on the street, covered in mud, and starving, while the other girls he’s probably dated were either rich or at least had some money and a house and food always on the table. I’ve never even owned a table.

                When Josh pulls back, he stares in my eyes for a minute. “You’re eyes are like… the perfect grey.”

                Grey? I’ve always thought my eyes were blue. Or some really light shade of blue anyway. I guess they are grey. Probably. I blush, and smile. “Thanks,” I say.

                “It’s true… And your smile is really, really pretty.”

                “Thanks,” I say again. I feel like I should say more, but I don’t know what to say.

                Josh kisses me again, and this time I wrap my arms around his neck. It’s time to sleep, Cory I think. I am tired. And I would like to sleep, but I don’t want to break away from Josh’s lips. When Josh pulls back, he says, “Better not to catch a cold.” He takes my hand, and we walk inside, unfortunately out of the rain, but fortunately defending us from a cold.

                “Dinner?” Josh asks.

                “Sure.”