2nd Chapter. WOOHOO!
"You're home early," my mom said when I rushed in the door. "How was it?"
"Peachy. Just peachy," I mumbled as I headed off to my room. I washed my make-up stained face and changed into my more comfortable PJ's and flopped on my bed. More tears fell down my face as thoughts ran through my head.
I shouldn't have trusted him… I should have just left him to die… That stupid jerk… All my thoughts were replaced by one question.
Why?
…
I cried all the way through Saturday and Sunday, as well as Monday. I didn't care that I had school; I just skipped out on it. I heard a knock at my bedroom door.
"I'm fine Mother!" I called out. "And no, I do NOT need a therapist… or a psychologist!"
"Pit?" A different voice asked.
"Josh?" I replied. "How'd you get in my house?"
"The door was unlocked..." he replied sheepishly. "Where were you today?"
"Here," I replied miserably. Josh sat himself next to me.
"Oh… I thought you were planning something…" his soft voice trailed off.
"Planning? For what?" I asked.
"It's February 17th, Pit. My birthday…" He said. More tears sprang into my eyes as I wrapped my arms around him.
"I-I'm s-sorry," I sobbed. "I'm such a horrible friend."
"It's OK, Pit." He said. "You apparently have a lot on your mind. What happened?" I looked at him with big teary eyes.
"I-I was supposed t-to go on a date with M-Mal," I explained, trying to choke back my tears. "B-But when I got there h-he was kissing a-another girl." I looked up as Josh wrapped his arms around me.
"It'll be OK, right?" He asked giving me that goofy, yet shy grin that I've come to love.
I'd come to love
Could it be?
Memories of our times together flashed through my mind. The SSBB tournament, the shooting star, our performance, all those times, I felt a feeling of happiness, warmth and completion. I never noticed a big difference until now. The truth came to me all of a sudden.
I love Josh.
"Pit?" Josh waved a hand in front of my face. I blinked and looked up at him.
"Josh?" I asked.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"Do you still love me?" I asked softly. He seemed to be taken aback by this question.
"O-Of course I still do. Why –Mmf!" I cut him off by placing my lips against his.
" Happy Birthday, Josh…"