Odds in Our Favor: A Joshifer Fanfic

Chapter 21

*1 month into Jen + Josh's relationship*

Jen's POV:

Josh is still sleeping when I wake up to my phone buzzing. Instead of a normal call, it's a Skype call. Apparently, Francis started it with the entire cast. Josh's phone is buzzing like crazy too, but I'll have to tell them that he's still sleeping.

"Hey guys!" I exclaim

"Hey, Jen." Francis says. A few more people pick up the call. "Josh is still sleeping." I tell him. "Okay. I'll let you spead the message."

Liam: What's up, Franco?

Francis: Don't call me that.

*A few laughs are heard*

Francis: Hey guys, umm.. So you know the Hunger Games: Rebirth concept we had? Umm.. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I don't think it's gonna work.

Jena: What?!

Sam: What are you saying, Francis?

*Francis sighs*

Francis: I was looking over the concept, and it seems boring.

Liam: Francis, the fans are going to just have seen an emotional rollercoaster of a movie, mostly downs. It's a depressing-ass film, Peeta's hijacking, all their favorite characters dying... Gale, of course. They need SOMETHING happy.

Jena: Nice attempt at self-flattery Liam.. Gale doesn't even die.

*Liam laughs* I'm aware.

Sam: *coughs* FEELING EXCLUDED

Jena: Aw.... Sam, it's okay. Finnick lived a happy life... if you don't count a Hunger Games at 14. *Jena pauses* Hey, we still haven't heard anything from the main role. Katniss? *cough* I mean Jen?

Sam: Hey, and where's Josh? Mister Mellark needs to know whats happening with his bae.

Jen: Still sleeping.

I pause to think of how I feel about this.

Jen: I mean it would be disappointing not to don the brown wig and bow and arrows again...

*Sam interupts me* ..and kiss Josh over and over and over.

I turn on the camera for 5 seconds to give Sam the finger. He laughs.

Jen: ...but we don't want to ruin the franchise with a movie Suzanne Collins didn't even look over yet.

Francis: Exactly, Jen. You get me!

Jen: Maybe we shouldn't call it off COMPLETELY, though. Maybe we should put it on hold. Think about it. Get Miss Collins' approval. Someone should write the rough draft script and show it to her. Or at least some outlines of the story.

Francis: You could be a director, Jen.

Jen: Nah.

As we talk, I hear Josh stirr, and for some odd reason he starts singing Stuck on a Feeling with his groggy morning voice. "Ya just can't stop, once ain't enough, better lock this down, better box it up. Gotta work me out, make it real, gotta make it count, get stuck on a feeling!" It makes me grin.

Sam: Sounds like Josh is up.

I laugh.

Jen: Yup

Francis: Alright, Jen. I'll listen to you this ONE time. We'll just put THG Rebirth on hold. I'll talk to Miss Collins, and we'll go from there, but we're not working on it for right now, okay?

Everyone responds in agreement.

Francis: Alright. Thanks guys! Talk to you all soon.

"Bye! Thanks Franco! Bye! See ya! Alrighty, bye!"

I hang up.

Josh hugs me from behind and kisses me on the cheek. "Hey..' He whispers. "Hi." I look back at him and kiss him back. "I didn't wake you up from the call, did I?" I ask him. "Nope. What was that call about? Heard you talking with the cast."

I tell him about how Francis wants to postpone the production of THG: Rebirth.

He makes a sound of relief, and I give him a look.

"More time without blonde hair! Yessssss!" He says, making a fist and bringing his elbow down to his waist. I roll my eyes. "Didn't know you despised blonde hair so much." I tell him, grinning and grabbing a lock of my own blonde hair. "Not yours, Jen." He says smiling and kissing me again. I laugh. "I know."

"Besides, you're still gonna have to dye your hair for the epilogue scene." I point out. He groans. I laugh. "But I don't waaaannaaaaaa!" He whines. "I knoooowwww!" I say, imitating him. "All this hair dyeing is gonna kill my hair!" He complains. I laugh when I realize how it sounded. When he realizes, he laughs too.

"Why don't you dye your hair too? Why don't I use a wig?" He asks. I laugh. "Joshy, look at my hair! We would have to stage an accident for Katniss to get her hair to be this short!" He laughs. "Peeta could cut it off in a hijacked rage." He suggests. I laugh. "With what? The butt of his gun that he doesn't have half the time cuz he's guarded constantly?" He shrugs. "His hotness, maybe." I laugh again. "Can't argue with that." I smirk at him, kissing him on the lips. When we pull away, he pulls me into a hug, whispering "I love you." "Love you too." I respond.