I woke up with a hangover like headache. I had no idea that crying that much could make you feel that bad. It was around noon when I woke up. My parents were at work, and I guess they decided to let me sleep in after the night I had. They really had no idea, but when I walked in the house, they knew something was wrong. Thankfully, they didn't pry. I got out of bed and took a shower. When I got out, I put on some shorts, and a white tank top, and went downstairs to eat something. I didn't bother putting on any makeup or doing anything to my hair. I grabbed my phone and checked my messages. Wow, 37 missed calls and texts. Of the 37, 35 were from Josh, and 2 were from Jake. I listened to those 2, but ignored the other 35. I didn't want to talk to him. I decided I was in the mood for breakfast, so I made some pancakes, grabbed some orange juice, and ate my food on the couch, while watching MTV. I was in the middle of Super Sweet 16, ironically enough, when the doorbell rang. I ignored it and kept watching. After the third time it rang, I decided I should probably answer it. When I opened the door, there stood Josh. I rolled my eyes and tried to slam the door in his face, but he was too smart for that. He put his foot in the door, and pushed it open.
"Come on Emma, talk to me. What did I do?" he pleaded as I pressed my back against the door, doing my best to shut it, but he was too strong. He gently shoved the door open, and walked into my house. I tried to run upstairs, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I wrenched my arm out of his grasp and slapped him across the face as hard as I could.
"Get away from me! I told you, I don't want anything to do with you! Do you have any idea how you made me feel last night?" I had never yelled at him like that. He reached up and felt his face. He looked totally shocked, and at this point there was nothing I could do about the tears that were flowing freely down my cheeks.
"No! Do you even know what last night was?" I asked him, and he remained silent. "Wow. You really don't know, do you? I can't believe you! You've known me your whole life! And you've only known her for a year, but you…you…" I broke off here, unable to go on.
"Emma, please, just tell me. Sarah was so upset last night. I know you don't like her, but did you really have to let what was between us ruin her birthday?" Well, at that statement, I found the words to continue.
"RUIN HER BIRTHDAY! ARE YOU SERIOUS! I HATE YOU JOSH! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" He looked like his heart had been torn in two as soon as I said that.
"No, Emma! I…I…Please, don't say that! I'm sorry!" He closed the gap between us in 3 long strides and he held me with everything he had. I screamed, pushed, shoved, and beat on his chest, but it was no use. He didn't let go. I tried as hard as I could to get out of his grasp, but I couldn't. I started to get tired, and eventually just gave up. I let him hold me, and I just cried into his chest. I wrapped my arms around him, and let all of my frustrations out. I've never cried so much or so hard in my entire life. After we had been standing there for about five minutes, he picked me up and carried me to the couch. He placed me on his lap and continued to hold me, stroking my back and trying to comfort me. He was crying too. I could feel his chest heaving up and down. I finally calmed down after I don't know how long, and Josh started to play with my hair. He kept placing little kisses on top of my head, and making small circles on my back. We stayed like that for a long time, and then he broke the silence.
"Emma, please, tell me what I did. I promise, whatever it is, I'll make up for it. I just can't take having you mad at me. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me when you told me that you hated me. Please, just, tell me?" he begged.
I looked up at him, my eyes very red, and very puffy. He wiped the few tears that were starting to fall. I looked into his eyes, and I knew he felt terrible.
"Josh... yesterday was my birthday…" I trailed off, and watched his face change from pleading, to puzzled, then to this, "Oh shit" expression. It's like it finally clicked. He didn't say anything for a while, it was like he couldn't. He just pulled me closer to him and rocked me back and forth.
"I can't believe I forgot. I'm so sorry! I was a complete ass! And then what I said to you when I came in…I..." this time, he trailed off.
"No, you're right. I've known her for maybe a year, spent 3 months planning this party for her, and I've known you my whole life and completely forgot about you! You gave so many hints yesterday, and I never caught on! I'm so sorry, please forgive me? I swear, I'm going to do everything I can to make it up to you," he was back to the pleading look again. I don't know what happened then, because I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I reached up, grabbed him by the back of the head, and slowly brought his lips down to meet mine. I kissed him with everything I had. At first, he didn't kiss back, so I started to pull away, totally devastated, but then he moved his face closer to mine, and pulled me back. I couldn't believe it, Josh Hutcherson, was kissing me. I kissed him, and he was kissing back. He picked me up from the position I was in, and made me straddle him. It wasn't anything…dirty; it just made kissing a lot easier. He ran his hands through my hair, and down my sides, while I kept pulling on his hair and running my hands down his sides. I tried to kiss his neck, but he wouldn't let me, he just kept attacking my mouth. We both pulled away, reluctantly, when neither of us could breathe. We were both panting, and he touched his forehead to mine. I had never been so happy in my entire life. He reached for my hands, which were currently around his neck, and entwined our fingers together. He kissed both of my hands and then looked at me, with something in his eyes that I had never seen before.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked.
"Tell you what sooner?" I replied, unsure if he meant my birthday…or something deeper.
"That you felt this way. You should have said something."
I giggled at this. "What was I supposed to say? That I loved you?"
"Well, do you?" he asked, with slight challenge in his tone.
"Well….I don't know. I suppose I do. Do you love me?" I asked, hoping to hear the words that I'd been waiting for.
He chuckled, "Happy Belated Birthday, Emma." He kissed me again, a slow kiss; full of…something I couldn't quite place. "I love you," Ahh, that was it. The kiss was full of love.
"I love you Josh"