finished watching the movie and I started washing the dishes in the sink. Josh lingered in the kitchen and leaned against the counter to watch me. There wasn’t much to wash, just the dishes from tonight and what little I’d used over the last couple days. I washed, he dried. I was getting tired though and I really wanted to go to sleep. The events of earlier in the day still weighed heavily on my mind and my body was still tense from being paranoid. I still was. The trashcan was still out there. When was trash day?
“Um, I should get to bed,” I said when we’d finished.
“Yeah. I should go. I’ll see you tomorrow though, right?”
“Yes, of course. I want to know what your pick is for movie night.”
We both laughed.
Josh and I lingered at the door, neither too sure how to end the night. Our non-kiss at the end of our date seemed to hamper both of us tonight. I wanted him to kiss me but I also didn’t want to see too eager. Why was this so difficult? We’d been friends for years, heck, we’d even dated and kissed before, why was this any different?
Eventually, Josh turned to leave. I waved at his back as he turned in the doorway and brushed his arm when I let my arm fall. He turned his head back to me and smiled before descending the steps, skipping the second one, because he remembered that it was faulty.
I really was exhausted, but I showered quickly and climbed into bed naked and wet. My thoughts immediately turned to Josh. Our date last week was nice, but tonight was how I remembered us, easy conversations, and a little playfulness. It was starting to feel like it used to be between us, back when we were just friends; back when we were us.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I called Dad to tell him about the visit with Mom. I conveniently left out the part about the drugs in my house. I’m sure he wouldn’t let me stay if he knew about that. We talked for a few minutes longer and he mentioned that he, Linda and the kids were leaving for vacation in Florida next week and would be gone for two weeks, then the kids went to camp, and he and Linda were off to Mexico for a while, Of course I was jealous. I’d never been to Florida or Mexico, or any kind of vacation.
Josh and I spent the next two weeks watching all of the Disney movies I owned and countless car movies Josh had brought over, plus some random shows on cable after it had been hooked up. We had settled into a strange routine. He’d come over after work and we’d watch a movie and eat dinner then we washed the dishes together. I actually rather hated it. I felt like we were in seventh grade and neither of us knew how to act around the opposite sex. We would sit really close to each other on the couch, or he would lay with his head in my lap, or sometimes he’d hold my feet in his lap and rub them. It was weird the first time he did that, but now it was almost normal. And while I liked our closeness and him touching me, I wanted more. We weren’t in seventh grade anymore, we were adults (practically), and we could touch each other in an adult way.
We talked sometimes, but not about anything important. He explained exactly what he did on the farm and how his school would help him in the future. I talked to him about my plans to become a school guidance counselor because I wanted to help kids that were in similar situations as mine and encourage them that there was a life outside of this crappy life they’d been given. The one thing we didn’t talk about was Michelle. I assumed they weren’t dating anymore, but I wasn’t for sure. I mean, he’d spent every night for the last two weeks at my house, so obviously they weren’t together, but I still felt weird because he didn’t want to talk about her, and she was nowhere to be found so I could talk to her myself. I wasn’t a man stealer, but if he was choosing me over her, I wasn’t going to complain.
So tonight, I decided to try a little harder to snag him. I dressed myself in black leggings and a
“Um, I should get to bed,” I said when we’d finished.
“Yeah. I should go. I’ll see you tomorrow though, right?”
“Yes, of course. I want to know what your pick is for movie night.”
We both laughed.
Josh and I lingered at the door, neither too sure how to end the night. Our non-kiss at the end of our date seemed to hamper both of us tonight. I wanted him to kiss me but I also didn’t want to see too eager. Why was this so difficult? We’d been friends for years, heck, we’d even dated and kissed before, why was this any different?
Eventually, Josh turned to leave. I waved at his back as he turned in the doorway and brushed his arm when I let my arm fall. He turned his head back to me and smiled before descending the steps, skipping the second one, because he remembered that it was faulty.
I really was exhausted, but I showered quickly and climbed into bed naked and wet. My thoughts immediately turned to Josh. Our date last week was nice, but tonight was how I remembered us, easy conversations, and a little playfulness. It was starting to feel like it used to be between us, back when we were just friends; back when we were us.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I called Dad to tell him about the visit with Mom. I conveniently left out the part about the drugs in my house. I’m sure he wouldn’t let me stay if he knew about that. We talked for a few minutes longer and he mentioned that he, Linda and the kids were leaving for vacation in Florida next week and would be gone for two weeks, then the kids went to camp, and he and Linda were off to Mexico for a while, Of course I was jealous. I’d never been to Florida or Mexico, or any kind of vacation.
Josh and I spent the next two weeks watching all of the Disney movies I owned and countless car movies Josh had brought over, plus some random shows on cable after it had been hooked up. We had settled into a strange routine. He’d come over after work and we’d watch a movie and eat dinner then we washed the dishes together. I actually rather hated it. I felt like we were in seventh grade and neither of us knew how to act around the opposite sex. We would sit really close to each other on the couch, or he would lay with his head in my lap, or sometimes he’d hold my feet in his lap and rub them. It was weird the first time he did that, but now it was almost normal. And while I liked our closeness and him touching me, I wanted more. We weren’t in seventh grade anymore, we were adults (practically), and we could touch each other in an adult way.
We talked sometimes, but not about anything important. He explained exactly what he did on the farm and how his school would help him in the future. I talked to him about my plans to become a school guidance counselor because I wanted to help kids that were in similar situations as mine and encourage them that there was a life outside of this crappy life they’d been given. The one thing we didn’t talk about was Michelle. I assumed they weren’t dating anymore, but I wasn’t for sure. I mean, he’d spent every night for the last two weeks at my house, so obviously they weren’t together, but I still felt weird because he didn’t want to talk about her, and she was nowhere to be found so I could talk to her myself. I wasn’t a man stealer, but if he was choosing me over her, I wasn’t going to complain.
So tonight, I decided to try a little harder to snag him. I dressed myself in black leggings and a
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