Josh #2

                                    

                                          
This imagine is for @CrystalClearView ! Hope you enjoy!
[Word Count: 1047]
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Y/N's POV
                          
"Simon, do I have to go?" You ask your best friend as he pulls you out to his car.
                          
He rolls his eyes as he sits in the driver seat putting on his glasses. "Yes. And even if you don't want to go, at least go for your best friend. That's me, by the way."
                          
"But you know Josh hates me!" You complain, crossing your arms. 
                          
You didn't know why Josh didn't like you. You kind of hoped that he would. You thought he was cute the first time you met him, but he was taken. 
                          
Maybe he heard that you were into him and that's why he decided to torture you?
                          
Even if he did, he broke up with his girlfriend a month after you met him, but he was still mean to you. 
                          
Simon makes a noise to say he doesn't agree with you. "He's only mean to you because you're mean to him." Simon states as if it's a fact known to all humanity. 
                          
"I've tried not to be mean to him! But he's mean to me so it's not like I can tell him that I have a crush on him!" You shout before your eyes bulge. 
                          
Oh shit. 
                          
"You what?" Simon asks, turning his head to look at you before looking back at the road. 
                          
You clear your throat, trying to buy yourself time to come up with an excuse. "I said, it's not like I can just be nice when he's so mean to me!"
                          
Simon tuts as he shakes his finger at you. "That's not what you said, Y/N. You said that you like him!"
                          
You scoff and turn to look out your window, refusing to make eye contact with your best friend. "I did not!"
                          
Then for the next few minutes, you argue back and forth whether you said that or not. 
                          
You couldn't have been any happier to pull up to the Sidemen house. 
                          
"So, basically I'm here to make sure the Sims you guys create actually look like you guys?" You ask Simon as you step inside of the house. 
                          
You slip off your shoes as Simon shouts that he's home. "Basically. And to make sure our outfits aren't horrendous."
                          
You laugh as you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. "Oh. You're here." You hear Josh say in a monotone voice. 
                          
You reluctantly turn to face him, especially after you had that conversation with Simon. 
                          
Yet, as you turn around, you can't help the thought that Josh looks good. Like, really good. Like, really really good. 
                          
"Yes, I am." You say to Josh, placing your hands on your hips. "And if you have a problem with that, you can shove it up your ass. I hear you like that kind of thing!" You laugh dryly and can sense Simon trying to hold back him laughter. 
                          
Josh rolls his eyes at you. "That's your best comeback?"
                          
"Oh, sorry, did you want yours back from your boyfriend's mouth?"
                          
Simon takes your arm before this can go any further and drags you up the stairs. You look behind you to see a dumbstruck Josh watching the two of you flee. 
                          
Simon shouts for Josh and Vikk to meet him in his bedroom as he continues to pull you in that direction. 
                          
"Oh, you so like him." Simon says as soon as you arrive in his bedroom. 
                          
You scoff and sit down on his bed, watching him loading up his computer. "I so do not."
                          
"What does Y/N so not do?" Vikk asks as he enters the room. 
                          
Simon opens his mouth to respond, but you quickly cut him off. "I so do not like tomatoes. They have a weird texture and it grosses me out."
                          
"Oh. Okay. I don't like them either. They leave a weird taste in your mouth." Vikk says as he sits down in a folding chair that Simon set up. You sit in the one next to Simon, leaving the one next to you open. 
                          
Josh hurriedly jogs in a few minutes later with a glass of Dr. Pepper in his hand. "Sorry, sorry!" He apologizes as he takes the open seat. 
                          
"Too busy taking my advice?" You ask him. He stops taking a drink and looks at you, obviously not connecting the dots. "About you shoving your problem up your-"
                          
"Okay, Y/N. Let's get this video started, shall we?" Simon asks as he begins recording and doing the intro. 
                          
You point at a black t-shirt in the game. "You'd totally wear that, Si." You tell him before pointing at the black shirt he's currently wearing. 
                          
"No! Not those shoes!" You exclaim as Simon chooses so neon orange shoes. 
                          
Simon pouts. "Why not? They're really cool shoes?" 
                          
"Yeah, Y/N." Josh says, turning to face you. "Maybe you should leave the fashion advice to people who actually have some fashion sense."
                          
You groan and look at him. "Why do you hate me so much?" You ask him, exasperated. You don't even wait for an answer before standing up. "I'm going to get a drink." You announce, walking out of Simon's room. 
                          
You follow the hallway to the kitchen and walk over to the fridge, looking at everything they have available. 
                          
You hear the door open behind you. You turn and see Josh standing in the doorway. "Oh great." You say sarcastically. "Are you hear to torture me more?" You ask him before looking back in the fridge. 
                          
Josh walks over and stands behind you, shutting the fridge. 
                          
"What the fuck was that for?" You shout, turning around. The instant you can see Josh, he pushes you against the now close fridge. 
                          
Oh god, he's going to strangle you. 
                          
Your eyes widen as he places his lips on yours, his hands trailing down from your shoulders down to your waist. You respond to the kiss, moving your hands in Josh's hair. You giggle as his beard tickles you. 
                          
"God, you should have just told me you liked me." Josh says as he pulls away, keeping his hands on your waist. 
                          
You shrug your shoulders as you let your hands rest on Josh's shoulders. "I kind of thought you hated me."
                          
"Never." Josh replies before moving his mouth back toward yours.