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I guess I have a thing for Josh Hutcherson. I mostly post about him, but there's a ton of random stuff on here including TVD, THG, some SPN, 90s stuff & travel.

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Stolen: Chapter 3: You’re going to find some lucky girl

Josh: May 24th, 2008

My mom darted to the pool when she saw that Rachael was in it. I was finally ready to be out in public, but still really didn’t feel like talking to anyone. I figured I’d stop by, eat a burger and retreat to my dungeon in the basement. My eyes scanned around the party and I smiled at the few people I recognized. Then I glanced over to where my mom was standing and it was as if the 5 seconds it took Rachael to climb out of the pool took an eternity. I swallowed hard, not letting my mouth gape open at the sight before me.

This was the first time I actually noticed how beautiful she was. I always had a little thing for her because she was this older girl who was always around me growing up, but I never saw her in that light before. Here I was, a heartbroken 15 year old who was starting to fall for the 22 year girl who knew him inside and out.

I just about lost it when she walked over to my brother, Dad and I. Even with my sunglasses on, she’d know what I was thinking if I looked at her at all.

“What’s up Josh?” She asked as she was slipping a tank top over her amazing looking chest.

“Nothing.” Look down, Josh. Look down.

She grabbed my forearm and started pulling me away, “Ok, come with me.”  She said something to her dad then led me to the street.

“Rachael, where are you taking me?” I scoffed.

“You obviously need to talk. You know where we’re going.” She let go of my arm when we got down the road. Fuck, the bridge.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I scowled, crossing my arms. I wasn’t spilling any details to her. She had a way of breaking me down and I hated that about her. She could get me to tell her anything. I wasn’t about to crumble. We walked silently to the edge of our street, stopping when we got to the bridge that ran over the creek next to the woods.

Rachael: May 24th, 2008

I sat down on the hot wood and pat the empty space next to me. “Sit,” I instructed. Josh looked around and rolled his eyes before joining me. “If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to, but I’ll listen if you want to say something, ok?” I looked at him as he stared at the water beneath our feet.

We were both silent for a little while. I was just starting to think about my new apartment and the things I had to buy for it when he broke down. His head hit his hands and he began to sob. “I just don’t understand, what did I do wrong?” I rubbed his back as he continued. “Am I such a horrible person? I mean, I did nothing wrong to her! She didn’t even apologize for sleeping with him!” He picked up a stone that was sitting on the bridge and chucked it into the water before lowering his head again.

“I know you’re hurting right now, Josh,” I put my head on his shoulder and kept rubbing his back, “but in time, you’ll see that what she did doesn’t matter. Because someday, you’re going to find some lucky girl and everyone you were with before her won’t matter at all.”

Rachael: March 13, 2014

I jumped up and down like I was about to pee my pants while waiting for Josh to answer his door.

“Calm down, you’re a mess! Look at you!” Laughed Andre.

“Sorry! It’s been so long since I’ve been here! And I’ve missed Driver!”

Josh came to the door a minute later with a smile as wide as Kim Kardashian’s ass. “Hey, sorry, had to put the beast in the kitchen,” he greeted.

“It’s ok, I’m gonna go put this stuff down.” Andre pushed past Josh who was standing in the doorway.

“Get over here, Wallace!” Josh stretched his arms out which I willingly entered. It had been forever since I felt those arms hugging me. With my face buried into his neck, I could tell that he had just showered.

I stepped back to observe his appearance, “You look good, Hutcherson. Last time I saw you, you were a blonde. I like this look.” I ruffled up the hair on his head and pat his chest. “Ugh, but what are we, in Canada? Are you planning on chopping down some trees your backyard, lumberjack Josh?” I tugged at his flannel shirt.

“I knew you’d say something, always judging me.” He shook his head and like in a scene from Magic Mike, he stripped off the shirt, revealing a muscle hugging white v-neck underneath. Why am I staring? This is so wrong! I shook my head and followed the smell of the sweet and sour chicken calling my name into the kitchen.

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    “Josh came to the door a minute later with a smile as wide as Kim Kardashian’s ass” I have a smile as wide as kimmy k’s...
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