#josh bassett oneshot

[explosiveholland]

Again // J. Bassett

Inspo: “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Do it then.” Listen to: Wildflower // 5SOS Warning: fluff, kissing  Word Count: 1.6k

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I peeked down at my lap to glance at my phone, pressing my tongue to the roof of my mouth as the black screen stared back at me. Josh still hadn’t texted, and he normally would have sent at least an emoji by now.

Shifting my gaze back up to the front of the room, my eyes struggled to stay on the professor and not the clock. Being a freshman at Uni has been a slap of reality, the only thing making it easier was Josh.

We had become friends our senior year of high school, after knowing of each other but never really crossing paths. He ended up becoming one of the best friends I could ever hope to have, and I liked to remind him of it regularly to show how much he means to me. I could feel my legs start to shake under the table, a nervous habit as I thought about last night. Josh and I were hanging out in my dorm, my roommate was out at dinner, and Josh left in a hurry. I had gotten a text from a guy in my sociology class, asking if I wanted to grab food with him sometime, just the two of us. As soon as Josh saw the message his whole mood shifted. And when I texted back a quick ‘sure!’, he decided that he had had enough interaction that day and he was going back to his dorm across campus. Now, I’m not an idiot. Obviously, the fact that I agreed to go out with this guy set him off, and I’ve spent the entire first half of today trying to figure out if it was because he likes me, or if he just doesn’t like the guy who hit me up. I’m a little freaked to admit that the idea of Josh wanting me as more than a friend sends a rush of butterflies right to my stomach. I smiled at the thought, wondering if I should casually hint at the idea to him. As soon as he left my room, I texted the guy back and said I would have to take a rain check, seeing how bothered J had reacted not sitting well with me. I jolted out of my daze as other students around me started packing up their things and heading towards the door, class seeming to be over. I could hear the professor reminding us of an assignment that was coming up, but I couldn’t be bothered to listen. I made my way out of the building and started walking towards Josh’s dorm, knowing he had no afternoon classes on Fridays. I could feel my hands start to sweat as I entered his building, still not exactly sure how to approach the situation. ‘Hey Josh! I know you freaked out when I agreed to go on a date with someone else, is that because you have a thing for me?’ No, too forward. ‘Hey, what happened last night when you left? Are you mad at me or something? You haven’t texted me all day.’ A little to clingy... Before I could think of another starter, I found myself at his door. I could hear him on the other side of it, his guitar strumming sounding muffled through the wall. I smiled before lightly knocking, the sound of the music almost instantly cutting off. A moment passed before he opened the door, an unreadable expression on his face. “Hey, (Y/N),” he spoke after a moment, stepping back to let me walk into the room. “Hi,” I responded shyly, closing the door behind me. “Can we talk?” His back was turned to me as he placed his guitar back on his stand before making his way over to his bed. “What about?” I eyed him cautiously as he seated himself and pulled out his phone, his eyes glazing over his notifications. I swallowed, tilting my head in confusion. “I’m not sure why, but I’m getting an angry vibe from you today.” His eyebrows twitched at my words, but he kept his gaze on his phone, still not looking at me. “Why would you think that?” “Because you won’t even look at me right now, and you haven’t responded to any of the messages I’ve sent you today,” I answered back, crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t need to contact you every second of every day, (Y/N). Besides, I just haven’t been on my phone today, I’m just looking through everything now.” “How convenient, the moment I show up?” I huffed, sitting on his roommates’ bed across the room. Josh briefly looked over to me before returning his attention to the device. It didn’t even look like it was on, there was no reflection of light in his eyes. “Don’t you have a date to be getting ready for or something?” His voice was quiet, but I could sense the hostility in the tone. I threw my head back to look at the ceiling, a tight smile escaping. He was jealous. I shook my head, continuing to stare up as I spoke, “I thought about it, but I changed my mind once I realized I kind of had a thing for someone else.” It took everything in me to keep my eyes up instead of look at him for his reaction, the silence taking over the room as he mulled over my response. I listened as he moved around on his bed, the curiosity took over as I chanced a peek at him. He was staring me down, his phone now on the other end of the bed, his eyes narrowed. “What?” I asked as I pushed myself back into a regular sitting position. “Well, thats very nice for you,” he replied angrily, running his hands over his face and shaking his head. I couldn’t help but laugh at his response, smiling back at him. I stood up and walked over to his bed and sat next to him before taking his hand. “You know you’re my best friend, right?” Josh scoffed before rolling his eyes, still choosing to let me hold his hand. “Listen (Y/N), if you want me to be happy for you you’re gonna need to leave me alone for a few days okay? I can’t explain it, but I just need some space from you.” My eyebrows rose, the smile I wore turning into a subtle smirk. “Hmm, space, huh?” “Yes, space,” he responded robotically, running his free hand through his brown curls. “If you really felt that way, why would you let me hold your hand this long?” I asked quietly, leaning slightly closer to him. He froze for a moment before slowly taking his hand away from mine and placing it on his lap instead. His gaze had been focused on the floor in front of us, but he slowly turned his head to look directly at me. I blinked once, our eyes locked as I brought my lips into my mouth to conceal my smile. There was a small v forming between his brows as he debated what was happening over in his head. I pushed a loose strand of hair that had fallen into my face back behind my ear, before moving over to touch his hand again. He glanced down briefly before slowly moving his eyes back up to meet mine. “Josh,” I whispered, running my fingers over his knuckles as a light pink rose in his cheeks. “We don’t have to just be friends.” His eyes flashed before his lips parted, a small inhale at my words. His eyes glanced down at my mouth before dancing over the rest of my face, probably debating wether or not to just lean in and kiss me. I moved forward a little more to show him it was okay, and his eyes widened. “I.. um,” he started, glancing back to my eyes. “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Do it then.” He started to lean into me, his hands moving towards my waist. I felt him graze my arms as his fingers travelled slowly up my shirt to my neck, before resting against the sides of my face. His thumbs brushed beneath my eyes, his face intense as he watched his fingers move. I felt my own hands begin to grip at his shirt as we turned our bodies to face each other, trying to pull him closer to me. I could feel his breath on my lips as he continued to pull me closer, until our foreheads were resting against each other’s. I closed my eyes before darting my tongue out to lightly wet my lips, the suspense from his touch driving me insane. “Josh, please,” I whispered, trying to move so my lips could meet his. “Shh,” he whispered back, holding me back with his gently grip on my face, his fingers still moving slowly around my jaw. He leaned in so we were barely kissing, his lips brushing over mine for a minuscule second before detaching, and I felt him smile at the small groan that left me. He brushed his thumb over my lips as they parted, a small breath leaving me as he did so. I felt myself swallow, trying to stay still. Finally, he pushed his lips against me with a little more force, mouth moving slightly as he tilted my face up to better meet his. I felt one of his hands move toward the back of my neck, gripping my hair as he pulled me closer. I felt myself sigh against him, moving my lips to capture his again. I moved my hands up his chest and past his neck, gently brushing through his curls with my fingers before gently tugging. I could feel his mouth part slightly, his tongue running over my bottom lip before a light moan escaped him, pulling him back. I took in a deep breath before opening my eyes, my hands still tangled in his hair and his still holding the back of my neck. “Do it again.”