Twisted

Chapter Twenty: Together

Accidents happen, if you know what I mean.

But then again, maybe I've been fooled this whole time.

"Hey Josh!" I hollered out, hearing him shuffle in the bathroom.

"What?" He hollered back, his voice still having an edge of annoyance in it.

"Are you a guy?" I asked, still lying on the ground.

"What?" His voice coated in confusion.

"Do you have a dick?"

Josh was silent for a second, he opened the door and squinted his eyes at me. "Yeah, do you?"

I grinned, "Uh-Huh. Wanna see?" I ask sitting up from the ground and running a hand through my hair, which was so much longer than it needed to be.

Josh turned away, the top of his nose turning a light red. "Disgusting." He said, making a face.

"Wait for me." I said, waving him over to help me up.

Instead he just walked over, was about to grab my hand before pulling his hand away and running a hand through his hair.

"Oh sorry." He said shrugging.

I pushed to my feet as I glared at him.

I grabbed his shoulder and massaged them, "You're lucky I'm the nicest guy the world."
I said as I used his shoulders to guide him to the door, "Otherwise I would throw you out a window."

He snorted.

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The drive to the grocery store wasn't long, it was super close. If Josh was more athletic I'd take him there on runs with me and we could get a drink and then chill outside afterwards. But I know Josh doesn't like activities like running or... anything to do with too much movement.

Besides, I don't know how I would feel if Josh toned up. Of course I'd be supportive... but I kinda like his look now. It's cute... he's like a squishy.

Some people look good in any body type and I feel like Josh is like that, despite how much shit he gives himself.

I found an article on body dysmorphia and stuff. I don't know if that's what Josh has, but if it is than I wanna help him get out of that.

I think he's perfect just the way he is.

Meanwhile I'm over here looking like a cheese grater.

Josh had his feet up on my dash, his shoes untied.

"Josh." I said quietly as his eyes were closed.

"What?" He said back just as quietly.

"You should play a song."

"What kind?" He asked, opening his eyes, looking over at me.

"Taylor swift." I gently gently, "I know how good you are at singing her songs."

The corner of josh's lips tilted up into a small smile.

A comfortable silence filled the air as I turned the radio on and Josh grabbed the aux.