candyapple {book 1}

CHAPTER ELEVEN

October 4th, 2016

Dear Diary,

I've been living with Josh for a few days now, and I'm actually really happy here. Cloe settled down fairly soon after Mr. Clark talked- well, more like yelled at her for sneaking out and overall just being a total bitch. I've gotten into a nice routine tbh. And I've enjoyed seeing Josh first thing in the morning. I have to do an update on my project in Forensics. Oh boy. I must admit, doing a duo-project by myself is pretty difficult. And having to figure out how to give myself a pedicure is... well, it's going as you'd expect. Not well. But, I'm making out okay. I've got the boys to support me. I might convince Hayden to let me give him a set of acrylics for an hour or two. Gotta love being the only girl in a group of guys. It's alright though. I enjoy it.

I came out of my room to see Josh's door open. From where I stood I had a clear view of him. He stood in front of his closet, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants - the same ones he had worn the night he stayed with me. His hair was wet and a few remaining droplets of water could still be seen on his body. He was pondering something. I could only assume he was having trouble finding an outfit. I quietly stepped closer to the doorframe and politely knocked.

"Need help?" I suggested with a giggle. He threw his head back, exclaiming his acceptance of my offer.

He pathetically threw his arms in the air whilst flopping onto his neatly made bed. I laughed at him as I searched through his closet. I tossed a white shirt at him followed by a plaid button-up. In his dresser, he had multiple pairs of identical jeans and a variety of sweatpants of different colours. In the very back sat a pair of khakis, which I had never seen him wear.

"Do these even fit? You've never worn them," I commented, looking back at him.

He shrugged, "They do, I just have no clue what shirt to wear with it,"

I nodded in acknowledgement, tossing the khakis to him.

"Do you need me to find you some underwear as well?" I asked sarcastically, earning a roll of Josh's eyes.

"Actually, yes, Doe, I very much need your help finding underwear," Josh replied, equal in his level of sarcasm.

"Okay, try these on," I laughed, giving the tall boy a slight shove.

Josh stared at me awkwardly, lips pursed.

"What? Do I need to close my eyes?" I joked.

"Unless you want to see..."

"You aren't wearing anything under those sweats, are you?" I interrupted, already knowing where his sentence would lead. He nodded, laughing.

I dramatically covered my eyes and turned around. Even though I couldn't see, I was well-aware of his movements and actions.

"Alright," Josh said, telling me that it was safe to turn back around.

When I turned back around, my jaw dropped slightly. The shirt fit his body extremely well, showcasing his abs. He had rolled the sleeves of the button-up up to his elbows, leaving his forearms exposed. The brown colour of the khakis complimented the blue plaid, and combined with the white shirt, it created an outfit a model would wear. I shamelessly looked him up and down a few times, amazed at how good he looked.

"Is it bad..?" Josh questioned, turning slightly to look at himself in the mirror hanging on the wall.

"No! No, it looks..." I exclaimed, stopping myself, "It looks really good,"

Once the two of us were ready, we headed to the dining room to find breakfast. The two of us came across cereal and some strawberries, which in my opinion was a great choice. As we ate, I couldn't help but glance at Josh every now and then. I was in awe - completely lovestruck. Call me crazy, but I really felt my heart skip a beat when I first saw him in the clothes I picked out. I was worried that I was being too obvious, but I told myself that if I was called out by him, I'd joke that I was admiring my work.