I like you.
Josh groaned in frustration, clamping his eyes shut and rolled over to his side. His bed was doing him no justice in the sleep department tonight.
I like you.
The three simple words were a mantra in his head, in her voice. The sincerity in her tone, the conviction of her stare haunted his thoughts, have haunted his thoughts for weeks.
I see the way you are with Auggie.
He had always known that Maya would look for him and at him at the Matthew's residence, but he never actually knew that she was really seeing him.
You drive from Philadelphia to New York ot even looking to see if you got into NYU just so you could open your acceptance letter in front of your brother because you love him and want him to be proud of you.
Josh flipped on to his back throwing his covers off of his restless body. He massaged his temple attempting to relieve his thoughts of her, but knowing it was impossible.
I like you.
His hands shook ever so slightly as they covered his face in exasperation. How did this happen? How could this happen? She was 14 for godsakes. He knew it was wrong to even think about this. He is going to be a legal adult next year. He knew it was wrong alright, but somehow that knowledge felt wrong. He groaned into his hands one last time before harshly condemning himself, "what is wrong with you Matthews?"
Josh laughed somewhat cynically before recognizing why he kept thinking about this.
He likes her too.
I'm in it for the long game.
Josh smiled at the memory of family game night and how she had put her self out there multiple times with him.
"The long game." Josh smiled faintly, closed his eyes, and new it was going to be a rough next day with morning classes and all.