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for jealousy purposes only - josh kiszka

     You huffed in frustration. This was not going well. You had been trying to pick out an outfit for the last hour, and you still hadn't been able to find anything good to wear. You quickly sent another frantic text to your best friend, Sam, who had yet to respond to even one of seventeen messages.
     "Urgh!" You growled softly, tossing your phone onto your bed and surveying your closet for the hundredth time. Nothing seemed good enough. At least not good enough to make your ex-boyfriend jealous.
     Your aforementioned best friend was hosting a party at his house, and since word travels fast in Frakenmuth, your ex had somehow gotten an invite. Though Sam had apologized profusely, and promised not to let him in, you had said it was fine and that you would use the opportunity to make him see what he was missing out on. But now that the day had come, you really regretted your heated decision.
     "If that boy hasn't answered me-" You picked up your phone once again, only to find a blank screen.
     "And he claims to be my best friend." You mumbled angrily, finally deciding to drive over to his house and find out what was going on. You shoved your phone into your sweatpants pocket and threw on a denim jacket over an old, oversized band tee of Sam's.
     After climbing into your car, you blasted Neil Young through your speakers and made the relatively short drive to the Kiszka's. What you failed to notice as you marched barefoot up the driveway was that Sam's car wasn't there. You pressed the doorbell.
     "SAMUEL FRANCIS FREAKING KISZKA, OPEN THIS DOOR-" The door swung open.
     "Joshua Michael Freaking Kiszka's gonna have to do, doll." The captivating voice of Sam's older brother, Josh, nearly stopped your heart. The curly-haired boy grinned his million-dollar grin and opened the door a little wider. "Come on in, (y/n)." You twisted your fingers nervously.
     "I- I can't. I just needed- I mean- where's Sam?" You struggled to find what you needed to say. Josh tended to make you all fluttery and nervous, seeing as you had always found him extremely attractive starting when you had become friends with his younger brother in fourth grade.
     "He had to make an emergency snack run with Jake. He must have left his phone here because it's been going off nonstop." Josh leaned against the doorframe, still grinning. "I'm assuming that was you?" He cocked an eyebrow and you blushed.
     "Um, yeah. Sorry. I was just having a bit of a problem, but I'm sure I can handle it." You started to turn back toward the street, but Josh caught your hand lightly.
     "I can help. What's the problem? Broken laptop? Clogged sink? Busted washing machine?" You couldn't help but smile at him as he rattled on.
     "I'm pretty certain that you're neither and electrician or a plumber, but no, the problem is actually- um..." You trailed off, unsure of how to say it without sounding ridiculously dumb. "Fashion related." You found yourself staring at your feet as you waited for him to laugh.
     "Oh, great! I really can help with that!" And before you could even process what was happening, Josh started toward your car, smiling confidently.
With a dumbfounded expression, you unlocked it and the two of you climbed in. On the way back you started to get nervous once again, and you turned down the deafening music.
     "Are you sure that you want to help? There's only an hour until the party starts and I don't want to bother you." You were glad you were driving so that you didn't have to make eye contact.
     "Of course! I don't really care if I'm late, but with my expert fashion advice you'll be ready with time to spare." He laughed, and you couldn't help but smile despite your nervousness. You weren't really sure what Josh's sudden interest in you was, but you weren't going to complain. You had spent countless days and even nights at his house hanging out with Sam, and though he was always kind and entertaining, you never thought he really cared about you that much.
     "So this is the famous (y/l/n) house. Sammy always raves about how much better it is than ours." Josh commented as you pulled the car into your garage.
     "That's strange because I always say that about yours." You said shyly, opening up the door that led to the hallway. Josh readily followed behind and you almost made it up the stairs before your dad noticed the stranger you had let in.
     "Who's this young man, (y/n)?" He questioned suspiciously, knowing that the only time you had boys over was when Sam was there or when you had a boyfriend.
     "Um, it's Sam's brother, Josh. He's here to help me... fix my laptop." You finished, trying to sound smooth. You hated lying to your parents, but you weren't exactly sure how to tell your dad that your best friend's crazy hot older brother was here to pick out your clothes. Luckily, Josh bobbed his head and put on his most winning smile.
     "Oh, well alright. I didn't know it broke-"
     "It just happened, and Sam told me that Josh is really into tech stuff so..." You were cringing on the inside, desperately hoping that your dad would let it go.
     "Okay, sounds good, pumpkin. I'll let the tech master do his thing then." Your dad winked embarrassingly, and you took the chance to escape to your room.
     "I hope that doesn't come back to bite me- or you for that matter." You groaned as you closed the door behind Josh. When you turned around, he had his hand held out toward you as if he wanted a handshake.
     "Hi, I'm Josh Kiszka, the tech master. How can I assist you today?" He joked and you playfully punched him in the shoulder.
     "Shut up, tech boy. I hate lying but telling the truth would have been worse." You shook your head, taking a seat on your bed.
     "You really think so?" He asked sarcastically and then suddenly made his voice higher. "Hey, Dad, this is Josh! He's my best friend's brother and he's here to go through my closet and pick out something nice for me to wear!" He sounded like a ridiculous cartoon of some sort, but you both burst out laughing anyway. "Okay, okay, let's get down to business." Josh finally stopped laughing and whipped around to face your overflowing closet.
"What are we going for, here?"
"Well that's the thing- I don't really know. My only goal is to make Elliot Henries regret his existence." You said nonchalantly, expecting Josh to be weirded out. Instead of confusion, you thought you saw anger flicker across his face for a moment.
"Elliot's the prick who cheated on you, right?" His normally light tone had grown slightly dark. You weren't expecting him to know anything about it.
"Yeah, twice. How did you-"
"Sammy ranted to Jake and I about him for weeks after you told him. We had to talk him out of getting in a fight, even though it was pretty tempting to punch that idiot." You had never seen Josh in such an annoyed mood, but when he noticed your concern, his lips quickly turned back up into a smile.
"You're gonna look so good that he's gonna be in pain just by glancing at you." Josh grinned, starting to rifle through your shirts.