Shiny Side Down

Chapter 6

"Urrrrgh."

Josh blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the sunlight streaming through the curtains. He sat up, only to have something round and spikey fall into his lap.

"AAAAH, RAPE, KILL IT WITH FIRE, AAAH –"

"JOSH, WHAT THE HELL, IF YOU'RE THAT DESPERATE, GO GET A HOOKER, OR SOMETHING –"

He looked down and chuckled. Mike was glaring at him, arms crossed. Josh stepped out of bed, noticing a plain grey shirt on the bedside table. He snuggled into it, the soft fabric fitting snugly across his chest.

(A/N: ok reader, I'll give you a moment to think of Josh Ramsay in an obscenely tight shirt… ...Alrighty.)

"Why were we in bed together?" he asked, rubbing his steel-blue eyes.

"Not enough beds…" replied Mike, straightening his faux-hawk. "…which is unfortunate, because waking up with my face in your crotch is NOT pleasant."

"Oh, you know you loved it." retorted Josh. Suddenly, a delicious, buttery aroma filled his nose. He found his feet moving, drawn towards that delicious scent. He followed it, out the door, down the hall and into the kitchen.

It was a normal kitchen – sunny yellow walls, marble counters – and gathered around the glass breakfast table was an effusive Ian, a smiling Hanna and a tired looking Sam. But Josh only cared about the plate of golden-brown, still-warm scones in between the three of them.

"So I was like, no way are you touching my curls with that flat-iron, and –" chattered Ian, who was braiding a piece of Hanna's hair. "–JOSH! Hi! You're awake!"

"Uh, yeah. I am." He stated, not taking his eyes off the scones. "Where's Matt?"

"Taking a shower," replied Sam, who reached for one of the pastries and popped it in her mouth. "Uh, Josh, are you okay? You look kind of zombiefied."

Hanna just laughed. "If the 'fro and his human companion would kindly detach themselves from me," Ian dropped her hair. "- thank you… here Josh." She stood up and handed Josh a scone. He ate it in one bite, and then stared at her, his blue eyes wide.

"Eating that scone was like witnessing the birth of Christ, and then the young god looks at you and says it's first words… and it's your name."

Sam blinked a few times, nibbling at the edge of her scone. "Um, okay. Good morning, Josh"

Josh just smiled blissfully, getting another scone.

"Hey, um, Hanna, can I use that shirt you left on the bathroom counter?"

Matt Webb was standing in the doorway, dripping wet, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. Hanna choked on her scone.

"Um – Sure –" she spluttered, taking a sip of coffee. "Go right ahead."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Okay, so, we start our adventure today. Our friend might be joining us –"

"Will be joining us," announced Charlotte, who had just walked into the room. "She just called."

"Hey, wait!" yelled Josh, who'd snapped out of his scone induced trance. "Who said we're staying here?"

"Ian," retorted Hanna, a smile spreading across her face. "He said yes. That means you're the only one who disagrees, but, well, majority rules!"

Before Josh could reply, a small, bespectacled person had knocked the wind out of him and had her arms wrapped around her waist.

"Hi, Mr. Ramsay!" she beamed up at him.

Charlotte sighed. "Josh, meet Nicole."

A/N: So the girls in the story are real people and if you haven't realised: the Hanna in this story is the one who wrote this story(yours truly). The other girls are based on my friends.

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