AN: So, I'm working on updating often, but I always have homework every night, and I just get sick of looking at words by the time I'm done it, but I'm working on it. I'll update as much as possible.
Mad
Nobody's talkin' 'cause talkin' just turns into screamin'
Ohhh
And now is I'm yellin' over her, she's yellin' over me
All that that means
is neither of us is listening
[and what's even worse]
that we don't even remember why were fighting.
So both of us are mad for...
Nothin' [fighting for]
Nothin' [crying for]
Nothin' [whooaaa]
But we won't let it go for nothin'
[No not for]
Nothin'
This should be nothin' to a love like what we got
My classes were dead boring. I wished I could turn back time to when I was standing outside my science class with Josh, and just pause there. I would stay there forever. Of course, I couldn't. I could, however, find Josh after the final bell. My plan was to get him to meet me somewhere, anywhere, where we could talk, just talk, and not argue for once. It seems like that's all we ever do. We fight over everything. Over miscommunications, over stupid, little, meaningless problems that most people don't even fight about. It seemed that we never saw eye-to-eye. I wanted to change that. I was going to change that. I didn't know how I was going to find him after class and still have time to really talk before curfew, but I would no matter what.
Luckily there was no need for my worries. When I walked out of Mr. Banner's History class, Josh was standing there waiting for me.
"Was it just me, or did classes seem even more boring than usual this afternoon?" Josh asked me as he hugged me.
"Oh, trust me, it wasn't just you." I replied into his shoulder. Josh pulled away from me, so that he had completely released me except for one arm, resting around my waist.
"I want to show you something." Josh told me. "But you need to trust me. Close your eyes."
I reluctantly obeyed. I trusted Josh, besides, if I had to, I could kick his butt and he knew it. We walked for what seemed like an eternity, seeing as I had no idea where we going. I was just about to ask Josh how much longer we had to walk when Josh said, "Stand here, and don't open your eyes." I nodded and stayed where I was. I heard shuffling and I could tell josh was setting something up. What it was I had no idea.
"Okay, open your eyes." Josh told me.
My eyes flew open, and I noticed we were standing in a small room, with walls covered in art and a small couch and easel in the middle.
"Josh, what is this?" I asked.
"The Art Cemetery, and my personal sanctuary." Josh replied softly.
I was touched that Josh was willing to share this with me. It was obviously important to him.
"Now sit down Reed. I want to paint you. I've tried before, but none of them ever did you any justice. Not even close," Josh told me.
I was a little reluctant, I never really liked the way I looked, and there were plenty more prettier girls at Easton Josh could paint rather than wasting his time on me.
"Josh… are you sure you want to spend all that time on me?" I asked.
"Reed, please, it's not a waste, just humor me. Please?" Josh asked so sweetly I had to give in.
"Fine." I replied, knowing that it would be a pointless battle to continue.
Josh held my hand and sat me down, positioning me perfectly, so he could get the painting he wanted.
I settled in for a long night with Josh, which was fine by me, it's not like I had anything better to do.
"Reed, look, I'm sorry. I need to listen to you better, Almost every- no every one- was because I didn't bother to listen to you. To top it off they were over stupid things I shouldn't even worry about." Josh said, it was like he read my thoughts and said all this to contradict me.