Author's Note:Hey everyone!What's up?Well,this is a new story that I literally just wrote,so I hope you enjoy it!Allright,so this story might sound confusing,but its from the point of view of Holly..Now I know what you're going to be thinking..Who is Holly?Holly is Josh's wife.I really hope you enjoy it,but if you don't,don't be cruel.That's just,well cruel..lol I'm so sorry for having to delete this story,but I had to edit it,and I couldn't otherwise..Thanks for the review!

Chapter1:The Beginning

With just one look into those big brown eyes,I knew I was hooked.We locked eyes,and it was an immediate attraction.A forbidden love,one to the brother of my husband, Josh Nichols.If only I had met Drake before I did Josh,maybe then I wouldn't have to pretend that every time I told Josh I loved him that I was saying it to his brother.With a sigh,I turned over to face the sleeping boob.Josh's nostrils flared,as he sucked in as much air as possible.I do love Josh,but not in the way he thought.I love him the way you would an old friend,or a sibling.With another sigh,I rolled over,and climbed out of bed.I walked to the curvy mirror,and peaked a look at the reflection.I turned on the water,cupped my hands,and splashed my face,to wake myself up.Taking a towel to dry my face,I did just that and then threw it in the rather odd-looking hamper.Josh had picked it out,which was no big suprise.He'd picked out almost everything for the house.He had said that I had expensive taste,just like his brother Drake.When we bought the house,we didn't have enough money to live an expensive and extravagant lifestyle like we did a comb through my long honey blonde hair,I was startled when the phone rang.I quickly answered it,so it wouldn't wake Josh,even though I knew it was a lost cause.Josh slept lightly,almost anything woke him up.

"Hello?",I asked into the telephone.Josh was stirring,and I watched him get to his feet.He kissed my forehead,and while I wanted to flinch,I didn't.For the fear of hurting Josh made me sad.But was my own happiness worth preserving Josh's by being unhappy?

"You have received a collect call fromDrake.Would you like to accept these charges?Say yes or no.",said an all-too framiliar telephone operator.Drake was calling collect again,probably from some random area,where he needed cash,or company.Probably both,knowing him.

"Yes.",I said.I could hear the shower running,and I knew I had at least ten minutes to talk to Drake,without Josh becoming the least bit suspicious.

"Hey sexy!I didn't know if you'd be home,or if I'd get Josh.I'm glad I got you.How are you?",asked Drake.If I was picturing it right,he was in a toll booth,in some big city.

"I'm fine.Its good to hear from you.Where are you?",I asked.Walking downstairs,to make a pot of coffee for Josh,I waited for his reply.

"I'm in San Diego.I came here to visit mom and dad,and to play a couple gigs.Can you come and get me?",asked Drake with a certain sense of adventure in his voice.

"Of course.Its an hour and fifteen minute drive to San Diego from Anaheim,but I'll be there.Where exactly are you?",I asked not really being able to predict it.His location was always so hard to predict,since he moved around so much.Sad as it is,he didn't accomplish his lifetime goal.He wasn't a star.Not even on the radio.He peaked in High School,career wise anyway.The girls still flocked after him,I guess that was just the price to pay for being a hot musician.

"Mom and Dad's.So you're coming for real?",asked Drake.He shoved another dime in the toll booth.He had to call from a toll booth,because Audrey and Walter were driving him bananas.They were saying that since he was 30,he should get a real job,and stop chasing a childish dream.

"Of course.Goodluck.",I replied,knowing from the tone in Drake's voice that he was extremely irritated with Mom and Dad.AKA:Audrey and Walter.

"Good luck with what?",asked Drake curiously.I imagine he was running a hand through his shaggy auburn hair.

"Living with Audrey and Walter.",I replied as if everyone knew it.

"Oh,yeah.You know what,Holly?You know me too well.Not a day goes by when I don't mentally kick myself for letting Josh marry you.",Drake replied.Tears in my eyes,I knew that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me.

"Well,I gotta go.Josh is coming.I'll call you on my cell when I'm in San Diego.",I replied,quickly wiping the tears from my eyes,so Josh wouldn't know I was crying.Drake sighed,and I heard him shift his weight from one foot to another.

"I wish you didn't have to go.Drive carefully.I love you.",replied Drake.I felt the tears in my eyes again,but managed to keep them in my eyes.

"I will.Dido.Bye.",I hung up the phone,and braced myself to be questioned by Josh.

"Who was that?",asked Josh.He was reading the newspaper at our dining room table,and he had a certain air about him that made me feel bad about being in love with his brother,and not him.I owed it to Josh to love him,the way he deserved.He'd been very good to me.

"Oh it was Drake.He wanted to know if I could come get him.It seems that Audrey and Walter are driving him crazy.He's in San Diego,and after I take a shower,I'm gonna go get him.Do you wanna come along?",I awkwardly replied.I knew he wouldn't,and that's why I asked.He had to work.He was an architect,and never missed a day of work,even when he had the flu.

"Oh,I'm sorry sweetie.I can't.But,I'll make it up to you.How about tomorrow night,you and I ,and if Drake's still in town,him too.How about we go out to eat?You can pick the place.",excitedly replied Josh.I nodded yes,like a little kid just told they could get anything in a toy store.

"Okay.Well,I'll call when I get there.So you don't worry.",I kissed his forehead."Love you,honey.",I walked upstairs,knowing Josh was satisfied.Josh once said that my charm was what got him.Not my beauty,intelligence,or anything else.When we met in college,I was attracted to him instantly.I'm a model,and I was used to only seeing athletes,or guys who weren't really interested in my mind,only my body.As valedictiorian of my senior class,I was granted a scholarship.I chose to use it at UCLA.That's where I met Josh,who was as dashing,and charming as I'd ever wanted a man to be.He was so shy towards me,that he couldn't even look me in the eyes.I broke the ice with a good conversation,about the university,and its curriculum.He was shocked to learn that I was a foster child,but genuine about it.I explained to him about my situation,and he seemed to feel bad for me.When we were engaged,he introduced me to Drake,a man that was somewhat childish,definetly a flirt,but kind.I knew from the moment I saw Drake,and our eyes locked,that my marraige to Josh wouldn't work the way I'd hoped.I wanted to call off the marraige,but Drake convinced me that the best thing for me to do,would be to go through with it.He said it would only hurt Josh if he knew we wanted to be together.Like a fool,I went along with it,and now I'm stuck in this predicament.

I took the straightener from its spot,and turned it on.While I waited for it to heat up,I went to pick out an outfit.Drake had always loved my long legs,so I picked out a pair of short-shorts.They were blue jeans,so really any shirt I picked would match.I picked a lime green halter top,with brown wedges.At 5 feet 7,I really didn't need to feel taller,but I loved it.The two hair ties,to braid my hair,black eyeliner to line my eyes,mascara to make my full and long lashes show more,and white eyeshadow.This concoction would show good.I loved using white eyeshadow,because it looked smashing on my tan skin.When I was done,I went down to say goodbye to my husband.

"I'm going honey.Love you.",I gave Josh a hug and kiss,and after I heard him say love you too,I evacuated the premises.

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