Josh Hutcherson FanFic

My sister wanted me to write a fanfic of her and josh..this is the outcome.
I dont't like Josh Hutcherson (sorry) but my sister wants me to write this for her...

Amy meets a guy when she moves into her apartment, they don't expect to be friends with each other, but who knows what could happen ;)

I don't own any copywrited stuff (c)

Thankyou lovelys if you read it :D

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     “Here we are; your new home. Obviously not this whole place, though.” I smiled up at him as a thank-you.

   He pressed an intercom button, and a beep sounded. He spoke into it,

      “Josh Hutcherson aaand…” He looked at me, asking for my name,

     “Amy Wiley” I said.

     “Room 21.” He spoke.

   The locked door opened, and we walked inside, me following after Josh, as we couldn’t fit through them at the same time.

   We walked into a mildly lit room. A candle holder was situated on both sides of us in the middle of the wall, the only source of light in this room, the only other light was from the window which was behind the reception desk on our right, but its curtains were closed. The floors were laminate, but black and white chequered. I realised it smelt like smoke in here, upon noticing the ‘SMOKING AREA’ sign behind the stairwell.

   Josh walked straight past the reception desk, obviously knowing we didn’t need to check in. There wasn’t anyone behind it anyway, hence the darkness. I felt secluded as he walked up the stairs, unsure of what to do. Should I follow him up? How do I know for sure that I can even trust him?

   He turned around, questioning me,

     “You coming or what?” He smirked. God, that smirk. I just couldn’t – that was enough to send my heart fluttering.

     “Um…sure.” I muttered, panicking. I followed him anyway, keeping my distance.

   We walked up what seemed to be a never ending double stairwell staircase. It must have had at least 55 steps, until we reached the 2nd floor, where my supposed new home would be.

   We stepped off of the stairs, and onto a newly tarnished, laminate floor. It was supposed to look like wood, but the tarnish made it glimmer and sparkle, making it look like Edward Cullen in the sunlight.

   There were windows throughout the corridor. What’re the chances that my new home would be the one at the right end of the corridor?

     “Here we are. That’s your flat” Josh said, pointing towards a door which read ‘21’ in small, golden letters, placed on a green, speckled door, then he pointed to a door exactly the same as the other, but with the numbers ‘19’ on, and spoke, “and, this is my mates door. He’s called…”

   He was interrupted by a masculine figure coming out of the door next to mine. The man walked straight over to Josh, a smile on his face.

     “Hey buddy! I thought I heard ya out here!” He put his arm around Josh’s shoulders, the way boys do when they’re teasing the other. “Oh, and who’ve we got here?” He growled, I’d never had a boy growl at me before, I was deciphering whether it was a sign of appreciation or hatred, when he spoke again,

     “Oh, it’s a shy one, is it?” He smirked, just like Josh had when I’d refused to trail on behind him up the stairs.

     “N-no, it’s just- I’m Amy, it’s good to meet you, and you are...”

   The boy had light blonde hair, just like Josh, but he didn’t have any roots coming through, maybe he didn’t dye his hair. He wore no shirt, but instead a white towel around his neck, so I could see his six pack; it was dripping with beads of sweat, he’d clearly been working out, fortunately, he wore jeans, which just so happened to be soaked with sweat. On his feet, he wore blue converse. His face wasn’t as memorable as Josh’s was, but nonetheless, it was still a face I could imagine myself remembering.

     “I’m Alexander, but you can call me Xander.” He said winking. “It’s good to meet you, Amy. New neighbour? Or friend of Josh’s?”

     “Uh…I’m-”

     “She’s my friend of course! But, she’s also your new neighbour.” I was seriously starting to regret moving here; Alexander- Xander and Josh seemed like the wrong crowd of people to hang out with, sure, they seemed like genuine guys, but maybe they’re all about the drugs and the peer pressure. That wasn’t the sort of people I chose to hang out with, I kept away from people like that, so you could say I’m the judgeful on appearance kind of girl.  

     “Well, welcome to the building, neighbour!” Xander said, coming over and hugging me around the shoulders, just like he had to Josh.

     “Um, thanks…”                                                            

     “If ever you want a tour guide, I’d be happy to do that for you!” then much quieter, he said to me, “I wouldn’t let Josh be your guide, he’s hopeless at that kind of thing.”

   I laughed, I couldn’t help myself. What Xander said wasn’t even funny, but the laughs were threatening to get out.

     “Seriously though, if you ever want a guide-”

     “Xander, I think she’s had enough of you for today.” Josh said, smiling at me. He pushed him through Xander’s door, closing it gently behind him.

   I shook my head at how immature those two guys were. I’ve known worse though. I turned to my door, and realised I didn’t know how to get in; I didn’t have a key or a key card or whatever.

   I went back to door number 19, and knocked.

   The door opened, and Xander came to the door,

     “Oh, back for more already, I see? You just can’t get enough of my henchness can you?” He said, showing off the muscles in his arms. I have to admit, they were impressive, but I vowed to myself I wouldn’t get sidetracked by boys when I moved here. New town, new house, new me. Soon it would turn into New Year, new me.

     “No, actually, um…I can’t get into my room…” He laughed in my face. I’m not sure why though, as far as I know, there wasn’t anything humorous in what I said…

     “Hey, Josh, Amy’s locked out of her room!” Then he started to laugh again, but this time, it seemed like he couldn’t stop. He wasn’t in control of his fits of laughter anymore, so he had to let go of the door, and it slammed shut in my face.

     “Sorry about him…” Josh said to me, reopening the door.

     “It’s fine…”

     “Since you’re now gonna be living around here, you’re gonna have to get used to that sort of behaviour from him I’m afraid.”

     “Oh, okay…”

   His perfections were starting to make me stutter again. I couldn’t control it; I got this weird feeling whenever I was around him. I couldn’t control my feelings, like I’d learnt to for the rest of my life.

     “Hey, are you alright? You look a little…dazed…”

     “Oh, um, yeah, er, I’m fine! I’ll be going now…I guess.”

     “Do you still need help with that door?”

     “Oh, yes please. If you don’t mind, that is.”

     “Of course I don’t mind, helping a beautiful girl such as yourself out, couldn’t miss out on that opportunity now, could I?” He smirked again, making me blush.

   I stepped aside, giving him room to get past me, but his hand accidently brushed past mine, sending tiny electric shocks running through me.

   A few minutes later, he’d called the receptionist up to get me my key card, which he swiped through the door, which opened it up.

   I thanked him and walked into my new home, taking my key card and putting it in the pot that was sat on a little desk right next to the front door. My stuff was due to come at 6pm tonight, so I had 3 hours to waste. I sat on the floor, flicking through the built in flat screen TV channels on the wall, nothing interesting was on, so after roughly 15 minutes of doing that, I got up and walked out of my door, remembering to take my key card with me. I knew that someday I would forget it. That’s just the sort of thing I do. 

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