#josie garrett

The Garrett Catfish chronicles 

They still eat with the lunch table between them, knees bumping in the small space they cram their long legs into, even after they’ve made their big decision. He holds her hand across the tabletop like a promise of closeness even while he carefully keeps the distance between them where they both need it. RJ likes her - might love her, before too long - but the idea of touching her in any way she hasn’t asked of him makes his skin crawl with guilt.

With her head in her hands and a few shots of vodka burning in her belly, Roxy stared blankly at the little black book on the bar. The smudged number of the only john she’s ever known well enough to feel uncomfortable about is the last thing she wants to be looking at, but after the scene she caused, the least she can do is make a call and clean up the mess. She can feel her brother judging her while he pours up something pink for some barely legal blonde, but she can’t handle with him right now; her priority is Josie, and to prove that she’s going to have to make a few sacrifices.

;_; don't touch me