Odds in Our Favor: A Joshifer Fanfic

Chapter 17

Jen's POV:

I'm sitting at home, deep in my thoughts, when I hear my phone buzz. I walk over to get it, anticipating that it's from Janet. It's a text from an unknown number.

"Hello, is this Miss Lawrence? It's Janet."

I unlock my phone, my fingers fumbling and my palms sweating.

Jen: Yes it is. Do you have news on Josh?

Janet: He's woken up. We didn't find much wrong with him, besides a very small concussion from the impact with the wall. He should be okay.

Jen: When can he come home?

Janet: As soon as his parents come to sign the papers. I've already called them.

I don't even know why, but I start squealing and jumping up and down, so much so that I nearly drop my phone on the hardwood floor.

"JOSH IS OKAY! JOSH IS OKAY!" I yell repeatedly, to nobody. I text Janet with a huge grin on my face.

Jen: THANK YOU SO MUCH! :D

Janet: You're very welcome, Jen. :)

I find the group chat that I made with the cast about Josh's condition, and I type

JOSH IS OKAY! HE'S OKAY! I WAS JUST TALKING TO THE LADY I TOLD YOU ABOUTTT! HE'S OKAY!!!!!

Liam: Somebody's happy

Jena: That's awesome! :D

Sam: Thank god. For a min. I thought we were gonna have 2 find another Peeta

Francis: That's a relief. I was worried! I can tell you were, Jen.

Jen: You have no idea.

Francis: Did he suffer any long term injuries?

Jen: A small concussion, but she said it wasn't too bad

Woody: He's lucky

Liam: Oh hey Woody, you're in this too? woulda thought you had a flip phone

Jena: lol Liam xD

Liam: What? He's old

Woody: I'm right here, ya know

I laugh. These guys are like my family. I honestly wouldn't know what I'd do without the bit of comic relief they give me, especially at a time like this.

A few hours later, I've eaten nearly half a pizza by myself, and I'm watching TV, playing with my hair and glancing at the clock. It's around 7:30 when I hear a knock on the door.

I wipe the pizza grease on my sweatpants, run my fingers through my hair and crack my knuckles, clearing my throat. I stand up, shaking my leg a little bit after sitting for so long. I stretch out my back before walking to the door.

Unlocking the deadbolt, I turn the knob, pulling the door open. I gasp when I see who's standing there with his black leather jacket, smiling, his chocolate eyes full of content.

Joshua Ryan Hutcherson.

I make a sound of pure excitement, grin wide and pull him into a hug. "Oh my god, Josh. You're so crazy! You're so crazy.. You didn't have to do that for me, my god you're insane." Before I know it, I'm crying into his shoulder again. But I think it has to be happy tears, because I'm just so glad that he's okay. I let go of the hug and we stare at eachother, my hands resting on his shoulders, both grinning like crazy people, before Josh pulls me into another hug. "I missed you so much.." I hear him whisper. "I was so scared..."

I grab his arm and pull him into the house, closing the door and letting him wipe his feet on the mat before pulling him into another hug. Josh starts laughing a little, the laughs short and full of disbelief. He sighs.

We stand there in eachother's embrace. I take in his scent. Yes, he has a scent. Mostly cinnamon rolls, since he loves them so much, and a hint of cologne. Apparently, I was sniffing loudly, because Josh asks, "Are you...are you sniffing me?" I laugh "No?" Josh lifts his head off my shoulder to look at me. "You were sniffing me, weren't you?" He smirks. I don't say anything. Instead..

I smile at him, lifting my hands up to touch his face before pulling him close to kiss his cheek. As I kiss his cheek, I wrap my arms around his neck, and after I pull away, my hands slide down to his shoulders. Somehow, his hands ended up on my hips. I look at him with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry..." He says. "No, it's fine." I tell him  honestly. He starts sliding his hands off my hips back down to his sides when I grab them and put them back. "You can stay like that." I tell him, a smirk plastered on my face. He smiles with a soft laugh, his eyes closed. Our foreheads touch, and we stay there, our eyes closed, taking in eachother's scents.

Finally, I break the silence. "Josh.." "Mmm?" "Will you stay with me?" We open our eyes only breifly to look at eachother, before he closes his eyes and whispers "Always."