The
Hollywood
Games.
(unofficial name)
Chapter Twelve.
There's always a
catch. Always.
This one?
-I can't go out in public without people almost suffocating
me.
-Girls everywhere hate me for dating Josh.
-I'M SO BORED.
Josh is out doing this special thing that he won't tell me
about. So I'm all alone here. Weo.
I spoke too soon at the right time.
He walks in and straight into the bathroom.
I hear the shower running. He should hurry up now.
~~
He's been in there for like, 20 minutes. The hell.
"Josh... are you dead?" I ask quietly.
"Yes, yes I am." he laughs.
"Mmkay... But really, are you okay?" I trail off.
"Yeah. I'm just thinking. I once heard that the
shower's the best place for that." I wonder where he
heard that.
"Well I'll just leave you alone then." I walk
away.
I hear the shower stop.
Oh, Look. He's done thinking.
~~
I''m laying in bed reading a book and listening to my
iPod when we walks out.
He motions for me to take out my headphones.
"So, what's up?" i ask.
"Well, I was out with my agent and she said that they were
planning, if we win, for me to," he stops, "kiss
Jennifer at the People's Choice Awards."
What.
"But the movie hasn't coem out yet..." i
mumble.
"But it will in time for people to see it and vote."
he says quickly
No. Please. No. No. Grr..
"Can you give me some time to think?" i
stutter.
"Sure." he says and lays beside me.
This is going to be the hardest decision ever.