Hey fanfictioners. So I named my characters (Josh and Mel) and I wrote some more for them. Their next step kinda happens in two parts, so I'm making them two chapters. But I didn't make you wait for the third chapter! Oh, and I would love to hear from you! Drop me a review :)
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The abrupt ringing of the bell jarred him out of his thoughts. Josh had spent the last hour staring out the window, paying no attention to the Calculus lesson of the day. As much as he loved calculus, he had far more important things to occupy his mind with. Namely, the events of last night. The weirdest things always did seem to happen to him when he least expected it. Like the day someone left him an old paper map of New York in his locker. Or the time he got an anonymous birthday card, signed only with a blue "M".
But last night something extraordinary happened. Something he didn't think would ever happen.
On one dark and stormy night, he finally told a girl how he felt about her. And not just any girl. Mel Parrish, the only girl he had ever really fallen in love with, and the one girl he always pushed away. That is until last night, when he let out what he had to say, and made her aware of exactly why he had been such an asshole all this time. And what happened after that was what Joshua Jacobsen had been pondering for the last hour, and every spare moment before that.
The lights came on and the small air conditioner sputtered back to life. Mel sat in shock realizing what she had been about to do. She had been centimeters - no, millimeters - from kissing Josh. Now, with the light of the fluorescent lamps above her lighting the basement, she saw Josh. His dark hair fell gently over his forehead and his mouth was slightly open in a blank expression. His face was still in her hands and his piercing blue eyes were opened as wide as hers. It seemed he was thinking the same thing she was: OH. MY. GOD.
For what seemed like forever, she just sat staring at him. She was looking directly into his eyes now, having pulled back only a little when the light startled her. They were both breathing heavily, too afraid to move. And before either could break the silence, Mel was out the basement door and running across wet grass to her house, only a few yards away.
Everything in Josh wanted to beg her to stay as she ran. But his body stayed frozen, as if it just wanted to stay that way.
He stayed there for a while longer, on the floor, in the same position. After almost an hour, he went upstairs to his bedroom, where he crawled into bed.
He did not sleep that night. He only stared at his window, which was wet and foggy from the long Sunday rainstorm. And for the first time in what seemed like forever, it did not let him see the window of the girl next door.
And she saw the same the same thing on her side, only a few yards away.
