Elizabeth's POV:
I didn't really understand what possessed me to actually tell him what kind of shorts I was wearing. Though it kind of came across as freaky when he asked, why not tell him, right? I mean, it's perfectly normal to ask someone what their wearing. Josh, however, never cared before what I was wearing. He never usually cared about anything, really. Only looking good.
I hid my phone back under my napkin and smiled innocently as my mom walked behind me. We we're getting ready to eat and I had been texting Josh. My mom doesn't exactly approve of the use of phones at the dinner table. It was totally lame if you asked me. I watched the clock anxiously. Everyone would be leaving in about… two hours. Great. Two more hours of smiling and playing nice with my evil older cousin, Amanda. I'm telling you, when someone colors on the wall and then shoves the crayon in your hand right when your parents walk in, they've earned the right to be called evil. Okay, so we were five, but I will hold that grudge forever.
My phone's little ring tone for new messages went off. My phone lit up and so did my napkin. I quickly set it on vibrate instead. I didn't want anyone catching me. I had to try my best not to blush a deep red, though, when I read the new message. Did he really put that?
"didn't need to actually tell me, darlin" There was no way. My stomach flipped. Darling? Really?
My hair swung forward as I leaned over my phone even more, causing my grandmother to eye me suspiciously. I smiled guiltily and sat back up. I tried as best as I could to type while not looking too much at the screen.
"why'd you ask then?" Why did he ask? Was he some psycho stalker? Then again, I would know what that feels like. I dealt with that side of him before. My phone vibrated soundlessly again and I looked up to see my grandmother looking at me again.
"Is everything alright, Elizabeth?" She asked. She looked so frail, I felt embarrassed and guilty that I was texting without anyone knowing.
"I'm fine, it's just- I-bathroom," I stuttered out and quickly shoved my phone in my shorts pocket, standing up and striding to the bathroom. I opened the door and nearly slammed it closed while I took a seat on the corner of the sink. Finally, peace.
"sorry. Victoria Secret's commercial" I burst out laughing at this. I should have known. My dad always wanted to go in there every time we dragged him to the mall. Was Josh the same? My phone vibrated again. Another message? I didn't even reply, though.
"I'm coming over" What? Coming over? How? When? Why?
"WHAT?! Josh my whole family is over!" He couldn't! He wouldn't! He shouldn't! Why am I rhyming? Oh my gosh, I have bigger problems. Joshua Evans was coming to my house. With my whole family over. At Christmas. Right now. This was bad. My phone vibrated yet again against my hands.
"I know :P" Oh no. No, no, no, no! I was in a huge heap of trouble. He couldn't just come over! Didn't he have family, too?
"how on earth did you get your mom to agree to this?!" I knew his mom was strict. She wouldn't just let him go with a house full of his relatives. Again, another message.
"I snuck out, duh" I figured as much. That had Josh written all over it. I wasn't surprised one bit.
"Don't josh." I was getting frustrated now; I jumped off the sink and exited the bathroom. I checked my clock on my phone, and it read 7:38 pm. I had been in there for a good ten minutes. They would no doubt be getting suspicious. I quietly walked back into the dining room.
"Elizabeth! Where have you been? We're ready to eat!" I looked up to see my whole family staring at me from the table. I quickly shoved my phone into my pocket and sat down in my previous spot. My stomach had butterflies. Was he really coming?
We finished eating about fifteen minutes later and I still sat as still as a rock at the table. The rest of my family was in the living room and the only person with me in the dining room was my grandmother. Great.
There still was no sign of Josh. I figured he would be here by now if he was coming at all. Did I want him to come? Ok, I'm admitting it. I wanted him to come. I was bored, but I wanted to see him in general. I missed his icy blue eyes, his now ebony hair that swept over his forehead with delicacy, and his ability to make me want to stare at him. Did I really just think that? No, I refuse to believe.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. Oh, no.
"look out ur window" I looked up and sure enough, there he was. He was leaning over, seemingly out of breath. He did not just run all the way here! I looked up at my grandmother again, not wanting to leave her there all alone. The woman ate so slow though! Seriously, every bite was like five minutes long. I looked up to Josh again, he was waiting anxiously. I gave him a warning look: go home. He shook his head, no. Here was my only change to get out; with my family in the living room, and my grandmother still eating, I could make a quick getaway. I looked back to Josh and jerked my head towards my room. I had a mini porch on the side of my house that lead to my room. The doors were locked thank God. He didn't need another signal. I watched him leave and then slowly started to squirm out of my chair and make my way across the room and into the hall. I was almost there, but my grandmother decided at that time at notice I had gone.
"Where are you going, dear?" She looked at me with faint pleading eyes. I desperately racked my brain for a good excuse and stared at her blankly. Then I smiled warmly, having come up with a perfect one.
"I'm just going to my room to take a nap, grandma. I have a headache," It seemed to work
because she just nodded and went back to eating. I sighed with relief and broke into a jog to down the hall to my room.
I almost collided with my door upon turning around the corner. I hurriedly opened my door, stumbling into my room and closing it behind me. I whipped my head around and there was Josh. He was leaning against my porch doors and was whistling. He looked the way he did at the party; simply… gorgeous. His hair was flipped to the side but still in his face, he had a navy hoodie on and light jeans hung around his waist. He looked sideways at me. My heart stopped. His eyes were so blue and light I thought it should be a crime. He was smirking, and I smiled back at him.
I walked slowly over to the double doors and opened them. He pushed himself off of the opposite door and turned to face me.
"I told you not to come," I said as sternly as I could, but it came out in a whisper. He smirked even more and his sapphire eyes twinkled with amusement. It was like he was laughing at me with his expression.
"Since when do I listen to you?" He scoffed, tilting his head to the side. I laughed. I wasn't sure if it was because that was funny, or because I was just so happy to see him.
"Are you going to let me in?" He asked, giving me a questioning look. I nodded, smiling a little too big, and stepped aside. He took about three steps and was already over to my bed. I nervously glanced at him as he sat down, the bed squeaking under him. He chuckled, so I must've looked embarrassed.
"Why'd you come?" I walked over to him, but I didn't sit. My legs were giving way though. Pretty soon they would abandon trying to hold me up.
He shrugged and started to twirl the fabric of his hoodie around his fingers, "I was dying of boredom, so I figured I would come see you… and find out if you were lying to me."
I was confused again, "Lying to you? About what?"
"If you were really wearing shorts."
I laughed again and then blushed a deep shade of crimson. My whole face was burning. I looked down at my bare feet and whispered, "Well, I wasn't."
"No, thanks for that."
I shivered. His voice was close, way to close. His hand abandoned his hoodie and moved up to under my chin, lifting my head up to meet his eyes. About a million different thoughts rushed through my mind. What was he doing? Was he going to do what I thought he was going to do? I wasn't sure, but my cheeks flamed against his fingers as his gaze burned a hole into my own green eyes.
My breath caught in the back of my throat. He was leaning in, his blue eyes disappearing behind his eyelids. No, he couldn't be. He kept his hand on my chin. My eyes widened. We were so close. If I would've moved, oh my God. I couldn't, though. I couldn't move. All I could do was stand there, frozen, not even able to close my eyes. Then I heard possibly the most annoying noise I've ever heard in my life: Josh's ringtone.
He sighed and forcefully pulled out his phone putting it to his ear.
"What!" he raised his voice into the receiver. He seemed so irritated.
"Mom! I was bored to death! I'll be right over! It was just for a couple of minutes!" He exhaled into his phone, exasperated. He talked for a while, arguing back and forth with his mother. I still couldn't move. I was still frozen in place. Only one thing had registered in my mind at that point. Only one seemingly sane thought: He had just tried to kiss me. To kiss me. Wow.
He hung up and shook his head. He shoved his phone back into his back pocket and looked at my with 'sorry' in his eyes. Just then I found my voice, but I didn't need it for long.
"Josh, I-" I never got to finish. He pressed his lips to mine in a desperate way, almost needing. My hands immediately flew to his shoulders, not wanting to kiss him back. He was my best friend! I shouldn't be kissing him! But he was demanding it.
His arms wrapped around me, and I gave in. I kissed him back with everything I had. I let out every emotion and all the confusion into it. He smiled into the kiss and I pulled away reluctantly.
I couldn't tell you what my name was. Was it Lizabethy or something? All I could process was that I had just kissed my best friend, and he just stood there, unsmiling, looking perfect and serious. Actually, he kissed me.
"What…?" I breathed. I couldn't believe it, even if it only had just happened.
"I don't know," he said simply. I looked at him with confusion and shook my head.
"You do realize-" I started, but he cut in.
"Yeah, we can't tell anyone. We have to forget this. Elizabeth…" He sighed again, "I don't want to. I don't want to forget this. Better yet, I can't."
I smiled. He got it. He understood. I couldn't forget it either. I couldn't even forget the party.
"Me either," I smiled. He leaned in again, but this time he kissed me on the cheek. I heard a couple of "aw's" from the doorway to my bedroom. I turned to the left to see my mom, my aunt, and my cousin, Amanda. I blushed again, this time deeper than I had ever had before.
Amanda just rolled her eyes as the other two left then scoffed, "Finally."
