A Thousand Years- Chapter 28 

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“Please tell me you have good news,” I said ardently as Josh steps through the cream colored door frame of his physical therapist’s office. I have been waiting on him for at least an hour now.

He shook his head and my face fell, “Josh, I’m so sorry,” I pull him in tight for a hug.

Suddenly, I could hear a quiet snicker escape Josh’s mouth as I release him, “What is it?” I said, glaring.

“Guess who can officially drive,” he smiles and pokes me in the stomach.

“What?! That’s wonderful!” I beam.

“I know,” he grinned wildly “I’ve felt so terrible having you drive me everywhere. Now when you leave in a few days, you won’t have any reservations.”

“I’m still going to miss you,” I roll my eyes, “Well, why don’t we go celebrate?” I offer and we start walking towards the exit.

“Sounds great. What did you have in mind?” He opens the door for me as we step into the brisk air.

“Well,” I grin slyly, “Your mother sent you these in the mail a few days ago,” I pulled two Los Angeles Laker’s tickets out of my purse that clung to my shoulder.

“No fucking way,” Josh snatched them out of my hand, “This is so awesome. I swore my season tickets expired.”

“I guess not. So, are you in?”

“You and basketball? Of course. However, I do have one condition,” he wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in close.

“And what would that be?” I lower my eyes at him.

“I’m driving.”

“Fine,” I threw my keys at him, “Just don’t crash it, you already have to pay for that damaged telephone pole you destroyed. No need to add anything else to the list.”

“Oh, be quiet,” Josh unlocks my car and opens the door for me to hop in.

It has been a week since Cole and I split up. Josh hasn’t even shown any sort of interest. He flirts with me- like he always does- but he’s never mentioned the idea of starting a relationship again. I’m leaving in only a matter of days. He knows this. If he’s going to make a move, he needs to do it soon, or I have no clue what our relationship will amount to.

“Did I tell you the Catching Fire premiere is in a few days?” Josh tapped his thumb
against the steering wheel as we sped down the Los Angeles highway.

“You didn’t mention it,” I gaze out the window, “Are you excited?”

“I think I’m more nervous than anything,” a constrained laugh slips out of his mouth.

“You? Josh Hutcherson is nervous? You have got to be kidding me,” I turn to him and laugh, “You’ve done this hundreds of times. You’ll be wonderful as always, Mr. Mellark.”

“I don’t even know what I’m wearing and I have to write a speech. I have procrastinated so much. My Mom and Connor are coming down too. If I was prepared for all of this, I’d be fine. I’ve hardly seen anyone besides you and my doctors in a month.”

“Well, at least you won’t need to be wheeled down the red carpet,” I grin, “You’re going to be fine. You’re healthy and your family will be there to support you. You have nothing to worry about.”

It only took about twenty minutes to reach the stadium from the doctor’s office. It was ridiculously crowded. I could feel a gut-wrenching tension in my stomach form after every whisper Josh and I received as we walked through the crowd. Luckily, our tickets were courtside, so we didn’t have to deal with too many of his fans.

“Wow, I haven’t been to a game in months,” Josh says as he reclines back in his chair.

“I haven’t been to one since I was fifteen,” I state, “It feels like forever ago.”

“Weren’t Atticus and I there? I remember coming here a couple of times with you.”

“Yeah, you were. Atticus got recognized by photographers in the parking lot and we couldn’t even drive away because the reporters surrounded his car. I swore I would never come back,” I inhale deeply.

“Why did you insist we come here then?” He placed his arm on the back of my seat.

“I’m trying to face my fears,” I shrug, “There isn’t a point in hiding from them.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re trying,” he smiles, “You are the only person I would want to celebrate my brand new ability to drive.”

“Good,” I leaned into him closer and turned my focus to the game commencing before my eyes.

The Lakers were winning by a long shot. The orange ball seemed to be stuck on one side of the court throughout the entirety of the game. Josh watched intently, hooting and hollering when deemed fit. The timer was dwindling down at the end of the fourth quarter. In unison, all of the fans began counting down until the numbers on the screen read 0000 and a obnoxious buzzer rang throughout the stadium.

The crowd rose to their feet and cheered in honor of the victory. The timer turned into a video screen, showing different projections of decked out Lakers fans around the stadium. An elderly couple popped up on the screen and the infamous “Kiss Cam” border surrounded them. Their faces erupted into wide grins and they gently pressed their lips together for the crowd.

”Aw, that’s sweet,” Josh’s gaze stayed fixed on the screen.

”I know,” I smiled, “Do you want to head out?”

“Yeah, sure.”

I knelt down to hoist my purse onto my shoulder and stood back up to leave. A tapping on my shoulder caused me to turn around behind me. A man of about forty wearing purple and gold face-paint sat behind me, “Sweetheart, you’re on the cam,” he slurred.

“What are you talking about?” I sneered and whipped my body around to find a gigantic projection of Josh and my own face, surrounded by “X’s” and “O’s.

“Oh,” Josh shook his head, addressing the bystanders, “We aren’t together.”

Ignoring him, a series of voices shouted out the word, “Kiss!”

“We’re only friends,” Josh yelled this time while I bit my tongue.

“For crying out loud,” the same man garbled, “Just kiss the poor girl.”

“You know what?” Josh looked at him, “Fine.”

With force, he pulled me into him. His lips met my own with such passion that I didn’t ever want to go away. Fireworks shot up in my spine, leaving a prickle of adrenaline racing through my entire body. I reached for the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss. However, in that instant he retreated back to himself, leaving me cold and needy.
The crowd broke out in a series of applause and whistles. Josh’s complexion was pallid and tense.
I know I should have been happy that he kissed me, but I was infuriated. He acted as if it was a chore to kiss me. ‘We’re only friends.” I don’t know about him, but I don’t usually admit to being in love with people I’m only friends with.

“We can go,” I walked past Josh without even looking him in the eye.
“Um, okay,” he mumbles and diligently followed me.
Avoiding conversation the entire journey to the car, I snatched the keys out of his grasp and hopped in the driver’s seat.

“Afraid I’m going to crash the car?” He laughs and resided in the passenger seat.

“I just wanted to drive,” I said blankly and shifted the gear into reverse. Striking on the gas pedal, I whipped through the parking lot.

“Scout, take it easy,” Josh clutched on the door handle.
“It’s fine,” I rubbed the engine and floored it out of the lot.
I was growing even angrier with every passing millisecond. He hadn’t even acknowledged the kiss. He didn’t even care. I stepped on the gas with more force and fervor. I questioned my ability to even looking at him without snapping.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Josh yelled as the pedometer hit 90mph.

“Are you just going to act like that didn’t happen?” I clutch the steering wheel tightly.
“Act like what didn’t happen?” he breathes.
“I don’t know, like we hadn’t just kissed. Did that not mean a thing to you? Did you really mean what you told those people? Is it really so repulsing to kiss me? Are we nothing, Josh?”
“I need you to pull over,” he whispered.
“What? No way,” I snapped.
“Pull over, Scout,” he said, his tone much firmer, “You can’t drive when you’re angry. You should know that from my experience. So please, pull over so you don’t die before we even reach our exit.”

My mouth turned into a firm line and I pulled to the rightest side of the road, easing into my brakes. I clutched the gear into park and crossed my arms, “Okay, what now?”
“I didn’t mean what I said back there,” he said timidly.
“Don’t lie, Josh,” I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not lying. I haven’t lied to you since that one incident and I swore I would never do it again. I’m not trying to lose you.”

“Then why did you say it?” I asked accusingly.
“Did you really think the paparazzi would ignore the fact that I willingly kissed some girl on the ‘Kiss Cam’? They would go bizerk. They would find out you’re living with me and they would find out who you were and then it would just cause trouble for all of us. You, me, even Atticus.”
“Why did you kiss me then?” My voice caught.
“Those people were just so…persistent. And, I really did want to. I’ve wanted to since you moved here.”
“Why didn’t you then?” I asked.
“You were dating Cole,” he states, “And even after that, I’m not going to just go after some girl that just ended her engagement.”
“I told you. I’m trying to face my fears.”
“What are you afraid of, Scout?”
“You,” I exhale, “Being with you.”
“You don’t need to be afraid,” he envelopes my hands in his, “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I just don’t know how you feel about me,” I bite my lip, “You’re very hard to read sometimes.”
“Me?” he laughs, “Scout. Be my date to the premiere, and I’ll show you how I feel.”
“Aren’t you going to care what the paparazzi says?” I asked.
“When are you going to realize it? I only care about you.”
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