semi-automatic ; j.d

ninety five ; the towel policy

👑princess mia👑 : i can talk now just give me a sec

yoshua💕 : sick

she reaches into her purse and takes out her tangled up earbuds. after propping her phone up against the manicure desk, she plugs her earbuds into the phone and then calls josh.

he answers on the first call.

"hey!" greets the grinning boy, his vibrant pink hair in a wet, curly heap on his head. "what's up? what're you doing?"

"getting my nails done with luke," she replies lightly while waving one hand of rose gold painted nails at the camera.

josh makes an intrigued noise. "those look so pretty. oh! before i forget to say it - happy valentine's day."

mia smiles affectionately, her cheeks blushing. "happy valentine's day."

"i bought you some flowers, they should be getting there today. i made sure to get express shipping so that you'd have them today."

"that sounds expensive," she cringes, thinking of the cost for the overseas shipping.

shrugging, he replies, "eh, it was worth it. you're worth every penny. and tonight when you're not busy i wanna talk to you about something. what are you doing later?"

mia purses her lips in thought. her plans with luke are sort of open ended, but he did mention something about the mall earlier. "shopping i think."

"hey, do you have that thing where you can put your credit card info on your phone?" asks josh, which mia finds sort of random.

but she answers anyways. "uh, no."

"well i do," chirps josh. "and since it's valentine's day i want you to go shopping on my treat. so i'll send you my credit card stuff and you can put it into on your phone. sound good?"

"wait - seriously?" asks the brunette with a disbelieving tone. they might be engaged and all but mia hasn't even begun thinking about grown up stuff, like sharing money and bills.

he confidently nods his head and sets his phone up against the bedside table. with the view now showing more than just josh's head, mia can see that he just got out of the shower due to the towel wrapped loosely around his hips.

"are you trying to torture me?"

josh, picking up his suitcase and setting it on the big comfy bed, frowns innocently. "what d'you mean?"

"your towel," mia clarifies with an obvious tone. she finds it hard to believe that josh doesn't know what she's talking about. "how low it is. you do the same thing with your shorts on stage."

"s'comfy," he insists with a small shrug.

the black haired girl lets out a disbelieving huff of air. "yeah okay."

"i'm telling the truth!" josh laughs, the same smile on his face that makes mia feel like her stomach is jello.

"you can't honestly tell me that you don't know how low you wear your shorts. i mean when i see pictures of you from the shows it's like your dick is about to play peek-a-boo with the crowd."

like a melody, josh's laughter vibrates through the earbuds as he nearly tears up from the fit of giggles that come out of his lips.

once he catches his breath, he wipes under his eyes and then traces his hands along his defined abdomen and the pronounced v-shaped indentations of his hips. "maybe i like showing off, just a little bit."

"just a lot," corrects mia.

josh doesn't even deny it. he wants to, but he knows mia's right. "next time you're at a show i'll make sure to have my shorts extra high up just for you, okay babe?" he teases, hiking the towel up so it's almost covering his belly button. "should i wear it like this instead?"

"god, no, the other way was better."

he gives her a cheeky grin and lowers the white towel to its previous position, maybe even a little bit lower just in spite of mia. "that's what i thought."

mia rolls her eyes with amusement at the cheeky boy with hair as pink as cotton candy and a smile like the cheshire cat. josh is rare in the way that he manages to balance adorable with alluring at the same time.

"i gotta go," she tells him when realizing that the manicurist is finished with her nails.

josh's smile falters. "oh, okay. text me."

"i will," promises mia. "and i'll let you know when i get home so we can facetime again."

giving her a thumbs up, the male pulls out a pair of boxers and a tee shirt and lays it out beside his suitcase. "sounds like a plan, pretty girl."

she smiles fondly at the name. "alright, see ya later. love you."

"mhm," hums josh. one of his hands reach for the front of his towel while the other leans towards his phone, thumb wavering over the end call button.

he grins. "oh - babe?"

mia can tell where this is going, yet she feigns innocent. "yeah?"

"love you too," he says smoothly, eyes disappearing in the crinkles by his cheekbones.

he swiftly drops the towel and hangs up  the call about a millisecond after the towel hits the ground.