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|  | Be Careful What You Wish For (PG-13)~COMPLETE~
« Thread Started on Nov 29, 2007, 9:31pm » | |
I sighed and stared out at the dark night sky. The stars winked back at me. "Starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight....," I trailed off before finishing the childhood rhyme.
What would I wish for? I quietly asked myself. I cast a brief glance over my shoulder at the walls of my bedroom that were convered with the likeness of my favorite singer, Josh.
I turned back to the window and picked out the brightest star out of the many that twinkled from the velvety night sky. "Can't hurt." I muttered under my breath after a moment.
I snapped my eyes shut tightly and took a deep breath before saying, "Starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight." I cracked open one eye and stared at my star once more. "I wish for Josh." I whispered, barely loud enough for myself to hear.
As I said the words, the world seemed to stop for a moment. Nothing moved as I opened my eyes and stood completely still, afraid to even take a breath. I waited to see what would happen next.
Then in a rush, the world came back to life. Wind whipped roughyl through the trees and my wishing star disappeared from view as a cloud slid past it. Had it fallen, I silently wondered. "Hmmmm." I finally said, shutting my window against the chilly wind.
"You know, Josh," I said in a conversational tone to the poster tacked up on the wall beside my bed as I climbed in, "I really wouldn't mind if you were to show up sometime....like, for a concert or something. No suprises, though, okay?"
Josh's smiling face continued to stare back at me without replying
"Good night, Josh." I said, snacking a kiss on his cheek before turning out the light. "I'll see you in the morning."
*******
Half awake, I rolled over and opened my eyes for a fraction of a second. "Oh. Hi, Josh." I said, offering a sleepy smile before closing them again. I became very still as I laid there and realized that my poster of Josh was on the other side of me, and I did not have a life-sized cardboard cutout of Josh (though I wanted one, dang it!).
Laying there for a moment more, I slowly opened one eye and then the other only to find two large brown eyes looking back into mine.
Now, normally, I am a very calm person; it must have been the shock that made me do it. I bolted upright and started to scream. Loudly.
Taking my lead, Josh sat up and began to scream with me.
Even more freaked out now, I lifted my foot and gave Josh a hearty push backwards off of my bed.
He landed on the hardwood floor with a thump. The sound brought me back to my senses and i went silent with the realization that I had just shoved my favorite singer-if it was indeed Josh, and I wasn't hallucinating-onto the floor WITH MY FOOT!
Utterly mortified, I listened tensely for any signs of life from the floor. When none came I anxiously peered over the edge of the mattress.
Under any circumstances what I saw would have been comedic. Josh was laying awkwardly on my fury green rug, curls thrown back off his forehead, glasses askew, with his arms crossed over his chest, gloweing at me.
"Ah!" I yelped and jumped abck. Scrambling as far away from him as I could, I rushed to grab a sweater to pull on over the Josh T-shirt that I wore to bed despite the fact that it was already a hot day.
"Are you still there?" I asked weakly.
"Yep." Came the perturbed reply.
Inching my way around my bed I stood over him. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, OH MY JOSH!" I started to freak out again. "I cannot believe you're here. You are NOT here! YOU CANNOT BE HERE!" I insisted.
"Well," Josh said rather calmly, considering his current circumstances, as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head, "clearly, I am here."
I laughed dumbly. "But you're Josh Groban."
"Uh, jah." Josh said, standing up and looking around my room. "Nice place. I like your choice of decorations. They resemble this guy I know." And then he grinned that breathtaking grin of his.
My mouth dropped open and I stared for a moment before beginning to shake my head vigorously. "No, no, no, no, no! You cannot be doing that! You shouldn't be smiling anyway! Why are you smiling? This is nothing to smile about." I lectured, grabbing Josh by the arm and escorting him out of my room. "You certainly do not need to go in there anymore, okay." I said briskly, showing him to the stairs.
Josh looked sadly behind him. "Why not?" He asked like a five year old as I practically shoved him down the staircase. "I liked it in there."
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« Reply #1 on Nov 30, 2007, 4:05pm » | |
*******
"Well, because....because....boys aren't allowed in there. Not even Josh!" I finished in a rush.
Josh, looking very unconvinced, allowed me to drag him into the kitchen.
"You hungry? I bet you're hungry!" I said frantically, dancing over to the refrigerator. I yanked open the freezer. "Aha!" I said too shrilly. "Look-Hungry Man! Your favorite!" I whirled around.
"AAGHH!" I shrieked at seeing Josh there in his sweatshirt and jeans, curly hair a rumpled mess, and his glasses making his large eyes seem even more expressive, leaning casually against the counter, staring at me quizzically.
"Are you always this jumpy?" He asked with an amused expression.
"Yes, I tend to get just a teensy bit spastic when my favotire singer-and greatest inspiration-shows up rather unexpectedly. Especially when he shows up like....you did. Like....," I felt myself blushing. "Well, you know how you showed up." I tossed the frozen dinner on the counter and rubbed my temples. "But normally when that isn't happening, I'm a pretty relaxed person." I held out my hand to him. "My name is Brittany, and it is a pleasure to meet you, Josh."
Josh smiled at me and shook my hand. "Greatest inspiration, huh?"
I rolled my eyes. "Look, why don't you eat something and I'll go, uh...er, change while you do that." I said, looking down uncomfortably at my pajamas and then surveying his apperance. "Since you obviously arrived ready for the day." I turned to leave and then added, "Oh, and don't be afraid to make yourself at home."
I watched in amazement as he did just that. He helped himself to looking through all the kitchen cabinets before turning back to the Hungry Man meal. "You don't think it's too early in the day?" He said more to himself than anyone.
I glanced at the clock and blanched at the glowing green numbers that read 11:45. I whirled and ran to the calendar. The day was June 25.
"No!" I shouted.
Josh jumped and dropped the dinner he had been perusing quite intensely. "What now!"
I flew to the window and peered out from behind the curtain. The driveway was empty. I slumped over in relief. "Oh, nothing. It's nothing." I said to Josh who was punching buttons on the microwave.
"How can you be so calm?" I asked after a moment of watching him watch his spinning meal in the microwave.
"Abooooout what?" He replied slowly, standing up straight to look at me.
"You magically showed up in my bedroom this morning, and I am sure that neither one of us knows why, and you don't seem the least bit worried." I pointed out. "Aren't you even the least bit concerned?"
Josh shrugged. "I don't know. I got on the bus after an amazing show in Albany, and....well, that's all I remember. Oh, and you know, I saw this amazing star fall out of the sky. It made me kinda sad at the time, although I don't know why-", he stopped at the beep of the microwave. Rubbing his hands together, he pulled out the plastic dish and set it on the counter.
Snatching a fork from the drawer, he began to eat.
Gaping at him in amazement, I shook my head. I checked the driveway once more before I left the kitchen. "I'll be back, Josh." i called over my shoulder.
I heard him mumble a reply over a mouthful of food as I climbed the stairs.
"That's it, Josh," I said, unable to hide a smile now, "just roll with the punches."
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"Writing is my escape. No matter what is happening in my life--good, bad, or in between--writing can make up for it. My mind is always working in that it is all searching for a new story to tell. Lately, though, I've been really been into telling this one story in particular...mine."
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« Reply #2 on Dec 2, 2007, 4:28pm » | |
I finished running a brush through my hair and was using my fingers to pull it into a ponytail when I heard the sound of a car door slam. I froze.
"MOVE!!" My brain shouted and I tool off running. Jerking open my bedroom door I took off down the hall and then half fell, half ran down the stairs.
"Josh!" I screeched, as I skidded around the banister and into the foyer.
"Where's the fire?" He asked, as he ambled out to meet me just as I saw my parents coming up the front walk.
"Not good!" I said in a very Jack Sparrow-like manner as I drug Josh back through the hall and into the kitchen. I looked about frantically. "Where am I gonna hide you?!?"
"Hide me?" Josh asked, clearly alarmed as I jerked him over to the other end of the kitchen and threw open the pantry door. "Why do you have to hide me?"
"My parents are right outside THIS house at THIS very moment, and I-", I winced at the sound of the key in the lock. "I am here alone. Or am supposed to be here alone. And if my parents-namely my Father-find me alone with you in this house, you will be the worse for it." I shoved him into the closet. "Not to mention that once they figure out who you are, they're gonna think that I have finally flipped my lid and committed a kidnapping." I heard the sound of Mom and Dad dropping their bags in the foyer.
"But I'll just tell them-," Josh began.
I slapped a hand over his mouth. "Sssssssh! Now you just stay in here and be quiet untik I come for you." I threw the door shut just as my Mom came walking in.
"Britt!" She called.
"Huh!" I jumped, swinging around and throwing my arms over the door to form a barricade.
Mom looked at me questioningly. "Is everything allright?"
"Oh.....um, yes." I said in between breaths, relazing and inching away from the door.
"Well, did you enjoy your time alone?" She asked me as she started to sort through the stack of mail on the counter.
"Oh, yeah. It was, um.....it was interesting." I tried to smile and hoped that it didn't look as forced as it felt.
Mom lifted her nose in the air and sniffed. "What's that smell?" She looked down and saw Josh's Hungry Man there beside her. "Whose is-".
"Mine!" I cut in, running over and snatching it off the counter. "It's mine."
"You don't even like those." Mom pointed out.
"Oh, no." I replied, biting back the urge to gag as I looked at it. "I love this kind." The things that I will do for Josh Groban, I thought wrinkling my nose in disgust as I set out to prove my point by scooping up a spoonful and shoveling it in there.
"Mmm." I said weakly, even as my stomach revolted.
"Uh-huh. I'm going upstairs to help your father unpack." Mom said, giving me a look that clearly stated, 'We're never leaving you home alone ever again.'
"Blaaaaaaaah." I said, running to the trash can and disposing of the remains of the mushy mess that some liked to call "food."
Yeah. Right. That was food and I was going to marry the man that was currently hiding in my pantry.
"Oops." I whispered, eyes wide.
"Josh!" I exclaimed, running over and opening the pantry door.
He looked at me with chagrin as he rubbed his nose. I had obviously hit it when I shut the door in his face. I smiled apologetically. "Oh, are we done playing hide-and-go-hit-Josh-in-the-face-with-a-door now?" He asked me sarcastically.
"Oh, it'll heal before you get married." I said absentmindedly. "And would you keep your voice down?"
"A little food always makes me feel better." Josh finally said after a short pause, wondering over to the counter where his dinner had previously been. His face fell. He looked at me. "Ah?"
"Don't look at me like that!" I said, sensing that this was not going to go well.
"Ah?"
"The stuff's not good for you anyway." I said with a dismissive wave of my hand. "Come on." I grabbed him by the arm and escorted him out of the kitchen and to the back door.
"Where are you taking me?" Josh asked me warily?
"Oh, I don't know where you were thinking, but I was thinking McDonalds." I stopped and cocked my head sideways. "But first...."
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« Reply #3 on Dec 3, 2007, 10:02pm » | |
"Now that was food." I said, sitting back and sighing with appreciation.
"Mmm." Josh grunted from his corner.
I looked up and couldn't keep from snorting. I was unable to keep my laughter in check, even if I had been looking at him looking like that for an hour. I couldn't help it-he just looked ridiculous!
As though he could sense what I was thinking, Josh crossed his arms over his chest and glared at me from underneath his floppy red hat.
"Well, we had to do to disguise you." I said defensively, even as a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. "We couldn't just let you come out as yourself. You might......be....mobbed or something." I finished weakly.
"We did not decide on anything. This was all your bright idea." Josh clarified. "And this is not a disguise. This is part one of a clown costume!" He fired back.
"Okay, so maybe we....I did go a little over the top with the dis-clown costume, but it was for your own protection." I stood up and dumped the trash off of my tray.
"Yes, but I don't really think that this hideous, flopping thing on my head was entirely necessary do you?" Josh said skeptically, snatching the thing off his head and holding it before him between the tips of his fingers as though it were a specimen to be studied.
"Okay, so maybe the hat was just for laughs....," I started.
Josh crumpled the brim and made ready to throw the hat into the nearest trash can.
"Oh, be careful with that!" I cried, taking the bright red hat from him and smoothing the crumpled brim. "That's my Derby Day hat."
"It looks like a....well, I don't know anything that red. Or ugly." Josh scrutinized my hat from behind the giant sunglasses I had given him to wear. "Wait." He said suddenly. "So you made me wear not only an ugly hat, but an ugly, girl's hat? That is cruel." He made a face.
"You put it on." I said pointedly before taking his hand and dragging him across the street. "Let's go for a walk in the park."
"Aren't you supposed to look both ways?" Josh whined as we hopped onto the sidewalk and a car careened by us, blowing its horn halfway down the street.
"Phsaw." I said breezily, entwining my arm with his and starting down the shaded path.
"See? Isn't this fun?" I asked, beginning to relax.
Josh looked around him warily as though wondering how I would endanger his physical wellbeing yet again. Well, he did have a point there.....
"It is so nice and shaded here. Why don't you take off those glasses? I think we're alone here anyway." I suggested.
Josh reached up and removed the enormous specs (so enormous they were, that his glasses fit underneath). He finally flashed a grin. My heart melted as he looked at me and said, "This is nice."
"Yeah, it is." I couldn't help agreeing. I felt the last of the tension melt from my shoulders as I believed that the worst was over.
I believed too soon.
"Crap!" I shouted in a whisper, my eyes suddenly darting right and left as I looked for a place to hide.
Josh jumped. "What?"
Up ahead of us on the path was Marya Jacobs, Josh's biggest......stalker. Fan wasn't a crazy enough word to describe her.
"Shoooooooot." I muttered, freaking out more and more with each passing second when she started to turn around at the sound of the scuffle behind her.
"I hate you." Josh said emphatically before I gave him a hearty shove to the ground behind one of the sweeping oak trees with a rushed, "I'm sorry." I tossed him the hat and the glasses, looking over my shoulder tensely as Marya started in my direction. "Put these on!"
EDIT: And to those of you who have heard so much about Zweeli, get ready! He is coming in the next installment! 
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"Writing is my escape. No matter what is happening in my life--good, bad, or in between--writing can make up for it. My mind is always working in that it is all searching for a new story to tell. Lately, though, I've been really been into telling this one story in particular...mine."
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« Reply #4 on Dec 14, 2007, 1:16pm » | |
I whirled around at the last second. "Hi, Marya!" I said, my voice squeaking shrilly. Relax, sister, I thought. "How are you?" I asked more calmly.
"Oooooooh, I'm great." Marya cooed, straining to look over my shoulder as though she were....looking for someone.
I felt my heart start to beat faster as I wondered if she had spotted me shoving Josh behind the tree after all.
"So what brings you here today?" She asked far too innocently. "You didn't strike me as the walking type." She looked me up and down.
I gracefully slid to the side to stand in front of the tree and smiled sweetly. "Oh. No. I love to walk. I'm out here on a leisurely stroll all by myself. Just me. All by loooones-", I stopped at the sight of a tall, awkward looking man in giant sunglasses and an over-sized hat pulled low, wondering aimlessly around the benches in the park before turning and beginning to amble up behind Marya.
I felt my smile freeze as I shot him an angry look that said (or that I hoped said), "What are you doing? I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!"
Josh gave me a slow smile of his own as I glared back at him.
"Hullo." Josh said in a thick accent that sounded German, He came and stood by my side. "Hullo." He repeated, more slowly, looking up at the sky as though he were....blind.
Despite the brief sensation of wanting to kill him for being dumb enough to come out in public in front of his biggest and best stalker, I felt my insides go warm at being so near him. O heard a warning bell go off at this sensation of feeling. That couldn't lead to anything good.
"Hello."
I jumped at Marya's greeting. I had forgotten about her. I looked up and saw her eyeing Josh with an open expression of curiosity.
"Introduce me to your friend, Brittany." She never once took her eyes off Josh.
I bit back the sensation to growl and grab ahold of Josh possesively. My Josh!
"Oh, um....," I groped for words, glancing up at Josh who was still looking at the sky, and yet nothing in particular. Lotta help you are, I thought crossly.
"This is......this is my...friend." I said slowly. "His name is...uh, Zweeli, and he...is, uh....staying with us for a little while. I don't know how long." I glanced up at Josh again. "Uh, he came quite, quite....suddenly. I just woke up one morning and whoo! There he was." I giggled nervously.
"Suuuuuuuddenly." Josh finally spoke, drawing out the word, and saying it as though he were someone who was unfamiliar with the English language.
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"Writing is my escape. No matter what is happening in my life--good, bad, or in between--writing can make up for it. My mind is always working in that it is all searching for a new story to tell. Lately, though, I've been really been into telling this one story in particular...mine."
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« Reply #5 on Dec 14, 2007, 1:42pm » | |
"It's nice to meet you, Zweeli." Marya said, shaking his hand and gazing at him inquisitively. "Where are you from?"
"I am Zweeli!" Josh said, smiling proudly.
Marya giggled and flipped her hair flirtatiously. "Yes, I know who you are, but where did you come from?"
What? Your parents did't have that talk with you? I mentally inquired. Oh, wait. I forgot. You probably figured it out on your own by now, I added darkly.
"Oh, he from-," I cut in.
"Let Zweeli tell me, sweetie." Marya cut me off.
I shot her a black look of utter contempt.
"I am Zweeee-eee-eeeeli!" Josh said, adding two extra syllables to his name and shouting it at the top of his lungs.
I bit my lip until I tasted blood to hold back the peal of laughter that rose in my throat at Marya's frustrated expression.
She shot me a 'I-know-something-is-going-on-here-and-I'm-going-to-find-out-what-it-is' looks just hten and somewhere in the back of my mind I went, "Oh, no!" At that same moment she placed a hand on her sassily cocked hip and chirped. "Do you know who you look like?"
Buggah!
"Zweeli!" Josh shouted, bouncing forward on his toes and turning to smile at me.
I smiled back while shooting him another 'You-are-dead-if-get-out-of-this-alive' expression with my eyes.
"There is this singer that I just...love." Marya said "love" in that throaty manner that reminded me of the time she had been talking to the burger boy at the local fast food joint for five minutes before disappearing with him for an hour. But that is beside the point. Back to business. "His name is Josh Groban, and I think that if we just took off these glasses of yours....," she reached up to take off Josh's bug eyes.
"Don't do that!" I practically screamed, pushing between her and Josh and forming a human shield. No way was she touching my Josh and blwing our cover. Wait....my Josh? was I getting just a teensy bit possesive?
"And why not?" Marya asked suspicously, a pout on her lips.
"Well, because he has a uh,.....a very, very advanced case of um....,"I frantically searched my mind for some plausible excuse. And then it came to me: "Trees! He has a frightful fear of trees. And ducks, and....and park benches!"
"Park benches? You're in a park." Marys replied, emphasizing the word 'park'.
"Yeah. I know. Zweeli likes to walk in the park, but doesn't like what he sees here, so he has to wear the glasses so he can't...see...those things." I finished weakly. "So you can't take those off. He needs them!"
Marya frowned and opened her mouth to cross examine me when Josh, er Zweeli, began to speak.
"Zweeli has ne-vah heard of zees Joosh Groobahn mahn, but Zweeli ish shure zat he musht be mooch moooore handsoooome zan Zweeli!" He stared off into nothingness for a minute before adding, "Zee ducks are frighteneeening creturesh are zey noot?"
Looking put off but convinced enough for now, Marya saud curtly, "Nice to meet you, Zweeli." With that, she turned on her heel and stalked away.
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"Writing is my escape. No matter what is happening in my life--good, bad, or in between--writing can make up for it. My mind is always working in that it is all searching for a new story to tell. Lately, though, I've been really been into telling this one story in particular...mine."
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« Reply #6 on Dec 18, 2007, 9:35pm » | |
When her sashaying hips disappeared around the corner I slumped against Josh and heaved a sigh of relief. "That was close."
My relief faded away as I remembred that I was very, very angry ay Josh. Unable to contain myself, I whirled around and walloped Josh on the shoulder with my fist. "What were you thinking?" I hissed.
"Me?" He threw back, jerking off his sunglasses and throwing them to the ground with the hated red hat. "What were you thining with that whole 'Zweeli' thing? Where did that come from?" He turned away from me and began to pace.
"Well, excuuuuuuuuse me, but may I remind you that you are the one who had the bright idea to come wondering over here and talk with some retarded accent! What did you expect me to do? It's not like you were much help, standing around and staring at nothing in particular." I threw my hands in the air. "You forced me to work alone on this one, Buster. It's not like I kept cutting you off every time you tried to speak or something. Although maybe I should have, then you wouldn't have started using that dumb German accent!" I scowled at him and turned on my heel to walk away.
He grabbed my arm and jerked me back around to face him. "Yeah, but did you really think that telling her I was afraid of park benches was entierly necessary?" His eyes, those amazing brown eyes, locked with mine. His breathing slowed.
I pried his fingers off my arm. "Kindly don't grab me, or I will hurt you again. And this time it will be on purpose. You got that, rhinestone cowboy?" I walked a few paces away from him. "I was afraid that she would figure out who you were, okay? That...if you only knew....she wouldn't have kept it a secret that you were...here. She's a little obsessed. I mean, she is so-".
"Thud."
"Huh?" I stopped talking.
"Thud." Josh grinned at me.
I made a face. "Why are you interrupting me? I wasn't done."
"Yeah, but you talk a lot, and I was hoping that we could get this reconciliation moving along." Josh pulled me into a one-armed hug and held me close for a moment. "You're really easy to rile, you know that?" He asked as he began to steer me back down the walk, hat and glasses in hand. "It's kinda funny actually. You're cute when you're mad."
"You did it on purpose didn't you?" I asked as we meandered back through the trees, ducks, and park benches. "You wanted to make me mad."
Josh thought for a minute. "Yeah." He smiled.
"Sleep with one eye open, Groban. You're gonna get it. I promise."
He threw back his head and laughed.
He crossed his eyes. "Will not."
"Will to."
"Will not."
"Will to."
"Will not."
"Will to."
"Will not."
"Will-," I stopped. "You're four."
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"Writing is my escape. No matter what is happening in my life--good, bad, or in between--writing can make up for it. My mind is always working in that it is all searching for a new story to tell. Lately, though, I've been really been into telling this one story in particular...mine."
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« Reply #7 on Dec 20, 2007, 11:33am » | |
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I peered inside from the back door and surveyed the kitchen. All was clam, the coast was clear.
I motioned for Josh to follow me inside and quietly closed the door behind me. "C'mon." I whispered, taking his arm and leading him down the hall to the stairs. "We have to hide you!"
"Oh, great." I heard him mutter. "Here comes the creepy old attic."
We crept to the second floor of the house in the dark. I winced when the landing creaked and groaned under our weight.
"Brittany? Is that you? Why were you out so late?" I heard Mom coming towards me.
I took a quick step back and felt my heel come crushing down onto Josh's toes. He let out a muffled cry.
"Brittany?" Mom sounded a bit put off now. Never good.
"That was, uh, just my stomach, Mom." I fibbed quickly, knowing how ridiculous it must have sounded. I winced when Josh started poking me in the side in an effort to make me move.
"It sounds like you need to take some Pepto Bismal before you go to sleep." Mom suggested.
Bile rose in my throat at such a heinous suggestion, but I needed to get back to my room without her following me, so...,"Yep, I'll do that." I agreed far too hastily.
She was silent for a minute before saying, "Go to bed, Britt."
I listened tensely for the sound of her bedroom door closing before grabbing Josh by the arm and jerking him down the hall behind me.
He limped into my room and hobbled over to my desk chair. He gingerly lowered himself into it and then began to baby his foot. "You're awful heavy for looking like such a toothpick." He whined, looking me up and down accusingly. "And I do not sound like somebody with indigestion!" He added petulantly.
"Well, if you hadn't made such a ruccus when I accidentally brushed your foot I wouldn't have had to lie." I shot back, floding my arms and leaning back against the wall.
"You crushed my foot." Josh declared. "If that was a mere brush then I Tarzan and you Jane."
"Oh, great! So now we're primitive jungle people." I laughed. "well, you've certainly got the mouth for it."
The room fell into tense silence as we glared at each other.
"You know what," I finally said, collapsing onto my bed. "This just isn't going to work out. I keep hurting you-though not on purpose-and I can't keep lying to my parents." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Josh, we have to figure out how to get you back."
He looked at me reluctantly. "That's not going to end in some warped experiment with me jumping off a roof or being struck by lightning is is?"
"Point taken." I said, standing and beginning to pace.
"There has to be some reason why you just appeared out of nowhere and showed up so suddenly." I mused.
"Ya think?" Josh said, leaning back in his chair and wiggling his toes. "I can barely feel them." He looked at me sadly.
"I'm never going to hear the end of this am I?"
He smiled pleasantly and shook his head.
I scowled. "All the more reason to send you back."
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| | Re: Be Careful What You Wish For~12/20~
« Reply #8 on Dec 23, 2007, 3:05pm » | |
I groggily gazed out my bedroom window and cursed the sun for rising.
It had been a long night. Josh had talked all night informing me of his fears of his return to where he belonged.
"It is not so much the descent that frightens me, but the landing."
"Do you think that this could have something to do with the Big Bang Theory?"
"When I leave, be sure to tell me, 'May The Force be with you'."
"I can't belive that you want to send me back already....tell me again why I can't stay?"
"We should do movie night." A long pause. "Do you have Moulin Rouge?"
"I wonder waht would happen if I went over and woke your parents up right now?"
I would kill you, I thought crossly.
And then finally there was sweet, blessed peace. Josh was sleeping on the same fuzzy green rug that he had landed on the mroning before. His lips were slightly parted as though he were ready to talk again at any moment.
Please, Lord, no! I silently begged.
I stared at Josh a moment longer through sandpapery eyes before picking up my giant stuffed horse named Bob and hurling it at him. It bounced off of his head.
"Wakey-wakey, eggs and bakey!" I called gleefully when Josh lurched to attention.
He looked at me ruefully through sleepy eyes behind his glasses. His lush curls stuck out in all directions, his clothes were a rumples mess, and his mouth was twisted in an annoyed expression.
"Mornin', cowboy." I said brightly, hanging over the side of my bed.
"Are you always this rude in the mornings?" He asked, straightening his glasses.
"Oh, but I only do it cuz you're so darn cute when you're mad." I winked.
If looks could kill, I would have fallen into a dead heap right then and there.
"If I wasn't a guest in your house-,"
"I never said you were a welcome guest." I cut in.
Josh glared at me. "If I wasn't a guest in your house, I would-."
"You would what.....sing me to death?" I cackled.
"No! I'd lock you up somewhere so that you would no longer be a menace to society." He fired back.
"Menace to society? We're being a bit melodramatic now aren't we, Mr. Groban?" I applauded myself for sounding so much like a psychiatrist.
Before anyone could speak again, I heard a sound that frightened me.
Mom was walking down the hall to my room. "Britt?"
At that same moment I lost my balance and fell the rest of the way off my bed only to break my fall on Josh.
I shrieked and he groaned at the impact of all my weight landing on his midsection.
"OAF!!" He gasped. "Had one too many meals at McDonalds I see." He gave a push. "Get. OFF."
Mom knocked. "Britt?" More urgently this time.
I rolled off of Josh (ooooh, what a lovely conversation starter that could be) and took a brief moment to breathe before jumping up and yanking Josh off the rug.
"Go in there! Hurry!" I mouthed to him, gesturing wildly at the closet.
I ran behind him, picking up extra blankets and throwing them in with him. I threw the door shut and had made it back to the middle of the room when my door came flying open and Mom stepped in.
"What is going on in here?" She looked as though she were prepared for battle. Her face clouded with confusion when she saw me sitting on the floor, picture of Josh in hand and strangely alone.
"Oh. Hey, Mom." I looked up and smiled much more placidly than I was feeling at the time.
"I could've sworn I heard voices." She said, gazing around shrewdly, looking for any shred of evidence.
"Oh, you probably did. Josh and I were just talking." I smiled at my framed picture of Josh and then ounched the button on the digital frame. A strangley automated Josh voice said, "Thanks. I like you, too."
"It makes me so happy to hear you say that." I cooed, blowing away an imaginary piece of dust from the glass.
"Your Dad and I have been asked to lunch with some friends. We'll probably be gone most of the day." Mom eventually replied.
"Okay," I grinned, getting up and walking her to the door. "Well, um, great! I'll just hang out here....by myself....then. Have fun!" I shut the door and pressed my ear to it, waiting for the sound of her footsteps to fade.
When she was gone I slumped against the door in relief.
FREEDOM!!!
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"Writing is my escape. No matter what is happening in my life--good, bad, or in between--writing can make up for it. My mind is always working in that it is all searching for a new story to tell. Lately, though, I've been really been into telling this one story in particular...mine."
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| | Re: Be Careful What You Wish For~12/23~
« Reply #9 on Dec 28, 2007, 8:59pm » | |
I sat on my bed and fought against the mad case of the giggles that tugged threateningly at the corners of my mouth. I couldn't believe it. Josh Groban, was at this very moment, in my bathroom taking a shower.
I giggled. This was the chance I had been waiting for. This was my chance to get back at him.
Jumping off my bed, I left my room and skipped across the hall before I lost all my nerve.
Laying a hand on the doorknob, I smothered what was surely to be a hysterical giggle before opening the door as quietly as I could.
"Oh, Josh!" I called merrily, sticking my head into the steamy room.
He groaned as though tormented. "Whaaat?"
"How's your nightvision?" I asked him mischeviously, my voice betraying the grin that I wore.
"Huh? What's that got to do with anything-."
Before he could continue, I flipped the light switch. The bathroom plunged into total darkness.
I cackled like a witch. "Good luck!" I sang, snatching his towel from the wrack with a sly glance at the shower before shutting the door and stempeding back to my room. I fell onto my bed, stuffed the towel under my pillow, and sighed. "Oh, I am so gonna be in for it."
I wasn't wrong.
Fifteen minutes later, after many thumps and bumps and other odd noises (one of which was him cursing my name, I'm sure of it!), I heard the sound of Josh throwing open the bathroom door and thundering my name. "BRITTANY!!!!!"
"Yes, dear?" I called.
"There aren't words." He came storming into my room.
"Then write a song about it." I said smartly before getting a look at him. I sat up straight. "Oh, Josh." My voice betrayed my laughter. "You're all wet."
Indeed he was. Small droplets of water formed at the ends of his water-logged curls and dropped onto his equally wet shoulders. His shirt was bunched in his hand, also wet as though he had tried and failed to use it as a towel. His jeans had soaked to a darker shade of blue.
"When did you go swimming?" I asked him innocently.
"Well, it is kinda hard to get dry when the Gremlins come in and snatch your towel." He snapped.
"Speaking of which," I said, glancing down at the growing puddle by my bed, "you're dripping on my floor, and are quite possibly ruining the varnish!"
I fished around behind me and grabbed ahold of of the fluffy lime green towel I had snatched from the bathroom. I threw it on the floor and and ran it over the wet spot with my foot. I then deposited it into his hands. "There you go. Dry yourself off." I smiled pleasantly.
Josh began to transform. He eyes bulged. A vein throbbed in his temple. He opened and closed him mouth as though he couldn't find the right words. So he settled for a: "RRRROOOOOAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHUUUHHHH!!!" (Whatever that means) He snatched the towel away from me and made his way back to the bathroom, muttering to himself all the way.
When I heard the door close I stood up and rubbed my hands together. The time had come to exact the second part of my revenge.
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"Writing is my escape. No matter what is happening in my life--good, bad, or in between--writing can make up for it. My mind is always working in that it is all searching for a new story to tell. Lately, though, I've been really been into telling this one story in particular...mine."
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