Author’s Note: Not that much of a wait this time! Anyways, we’re getting closer and closer to the chapter you all are waiting for. It may just be the next chapter or the one after that.
“Come on, kick! Knock the guy out!” Josh called.
We were shadow boxing, because that’s obviously what actors do when they’re bored on set. It also looked like we were back to our normal selves. Well…nothing really changed in the first place, I guess. Maybe I was just over analyzing things when I thought Josh was about to kiss me a few days ago, because the next time I saw him it was as though nothing happened. I suppose that’s true in a way because nothing did happen, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what if something actually happened? Did I want him to kiss me, why did he want to kiss me, what does this mean? All these thoughts ran high speed through my mind. I was getting so frustrated with my emotions, they felt all out of sorts lately…Josh was my best friend and that’s it.
With all my built in frustration, I launched my foot into the air and was surprised when it made contact with something other than landing back on the ground. Immediately Josh fell to the dirt, holding the side of his head.
“Oh my God! Josh!”
I dropped down on my knees beside him and pulled his hand away from his head. There was a lump the size of a goose egg forming on his temple. His face was now as pale as a ghost and his eyes seemed foggy. Tears pooled up in my own eyes.
“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to. I am so sorry Josh!” I wiped the tears off my cheeks, but they were soon replaced by new ones.
“Jen, it’s okay. I’m fine.” He cringed then squeezed his eyes shut.
“No you’re not! I’m so sorry,” I repeated.
He grinned and cautiously opened his eyes, “I know, you said that already.” His voice sounded groggy, as if he had just woken up.
I rested my face in my hands and let the tears fall faster. I can’t believe I just knocked out my best friend. I heard him take in a deep breath and sit up. He placed his hand on my back and gently rubbed up and down.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “It’s okay, I swear. Please don’t cry Jen.”
You’d think I was the one who just received a blow to the head.
His hand glided from my back, across my arm, and landed on my hand. A trail of those damn goose bumps appeared as his fingertips brushed my skin. I’m starting to think that these have more to do with being cold.
“Come on, you have to be back to film with Liam,” he said intertwining his fingers with mine and pulling me to my feet.
I stood up reluctantly and ran my free hand over the lump on his forehead. “Does it hurt?”
He gave a weak smile, “Not at all.”
I couldn’t help but get the feeling he was lying to me, but something was stopping me from asking any further questions. That something was the fact that my fingers were still laced around Josh’s.
“Don’t want to let go of my hand Josh?” I teased.
“Never,” his face was serious, but soon was traded for a chuckle.
To my surprise he pulled me forward and walked towards the set, swinging our arms as we walked. This reminded me of how we used to do this as kids. Josh would always be excited about going somewhere or doing something, so he would grab my hand and run with me to wherever it was. Sometimes I would get tired of running everywhere so I’d drag him down to a walk, and he would obnoxiously swing our arms until we got there.
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One Little Kiss (Joshifer)Fanfiction
Josh Hutcherson and Jennifer Lawrence have been best friends since they were neighbors growing up in Kentucky. When they were both casted to star in The Hunger Games they realized that their little stage kiss might mean something more. Do they have...