#joss threads.

"you should probably go soon." joss hated the words as soon as they were out of her mouth. when did she become this girl? the one who constantly felt like she had to micro-manage her boyfriend's feelings. she supposed she'd always been a little more on the meek and shy side, at least, but a total pushover? maybe part of the shame she felt came with being this way in front of val. she'd just solved her problem, fixing the television she was sure she'd somehow irrevocably destroyed with her apparent lack of technology knowledge and she felt guilty about liking that she was the one who came to her rescue. he hated val and she was pretty sure the feelinng was mutual. "my boyfriend finally texted back. he's gonna leave soon and come over, i guess once his game is done..." whenever that would be.

"i just... i guess i really like being around you, that's all."

"why do we have to... i don't wanna talk about that. it doesn't matter."

"hey, stop—... stop laughing, i'm serious!"

"i don't understand. why are you being like this?"

"um... okay." joss hated ice breakers, she hated trying to sum herself up in fun facts or make arbitrary decisions on whether she wanted to fight ten duck sized horses or one duck sized horse. this was different, though, first of all because there was a red solo cup between her two hands that she was leaning her chin against the rim of, filled with a drink that her companion for the night had mixed for her. second of all, because they'd found a little area separate from the rest of the party and it was only the two of them, everything but the bass of the music faint at this point. they were playing two truths and a lie, a suggestion of joss's, though she'd only said it to avoid having to play never have i ever. (newsflash: she hasn't!). she narrowed her eyes as she thought for a moment and then sat up straighter, deciding on them as she smiled slyly. "i got it. alright, so," joss was clearly giddy now, excited she'd been able to come up with something. "before i picked my major, i thought about doing a degree in criminology. uh, i had my first kiss when i was thirteen... and one time i met lady gaga at the airport."

"i don't want this to come out the wrong way, but sometimes when we're talking i feel like i have no idea what i'm doing. i feel like an idiot."

"i just mean.... i guess you're my favourite person in the world. is that weird to say?"