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WARNING: Sexual themes (light/no smut).

Note: This was co-written by mikeywaystambourine . It's also based on a real-life event that happened to us - that is now known in my friend group as 'The Hot Chocolate Incident' - where I was (Y/N), she was (Y/B/F), and my crush was Josh. (Y/N)'s POV is in normal font, (Y/B/F)'S POV is in italics. Everything written here actually took place one night a few months ago. Well, everything except the smut. (Sadly.) I hope you enjoy this insider look into the mess that is my life. x

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"I feel like we're gonna get there, and I'm gonna be all excited and then he won't even be there."

"You don't know that," (Y/B/F) said rather unconvincingly, in a high-pitched voice.

"Well, he wasn't at school today," I sulked, throwing myself dramatically over the bed. "But then again, when is he ever at school?" I added, annoyed.

"Yeah, well, all he ever cares about is going to the gym," (Y/B/F) said while changing into her lacrosse gear. She stopped lacing up her shoes and glanced at me. "Not that you mind," she said suggestively.

"Shut up," I pulled a face at her, "He is quite passionate about football, so maybe he'll show up. I should give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Yeah, you'll give him something else," she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Shut up," I said, pushing her over. "In what AU will that ever happen? He doesn't even know who I am."

"Yes, he does, you're the best friend of the girl whose mother is friends with his grandmother's sister," she nonchalantly pointed out, raising a finger matter-of-factly, "Oh, and there's the way you stare at him at school."

"You said that he doesn't notice!" I gasped.

"Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't, I don't know, maaan."

"Thanks, you really do an amazing job of being my best friend."

"Oh, I know."

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Oh my soul, I hate this fucking team so much! I just wanna go home! Staying with (Y/N) to stare at Josh better be worth it. He better fucking kiss her or some shit.

"Well done, my love," (Y/N) said, with a hint of sympathy in her voice, handing me my Vitamin Water.

"Thanks," I grumbled, "Now let's go find your husband."

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"Are you sure you don't want anything?" (Y/N) asked for the fiftieth time, handing her money to some freshman who gave her a cup of hot chocolate in return.

"No, thanks, I can't eat straight after a match," I said turning to survey the field for Josh, since, for some reason, he wasn't playing.

(Y/N) walked over to me, scalding hot chocolate in hand. "Oh my gosh, he's not here, he's not here, I was right!"

"Chill, I'm sure he's here...somewhere," I trailed off, turning my head to once again look for Josh. I spotted him sitting on the bench, gazing longingly at the players on the field. "Look," I poked (Y/N) excitedly, cocking my head in Josh's direction.

She started squealing like a maniac and squeezing my arm.

"Owww-"

Lil Frankie comes running up behind us, slaps (Y/N)'s ass and runs away giggling, leather jacket flapping in the wind.

"Frankie, go back to your own imagine!" (Y/N) and I shouted in unison.

"Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah...owwwwwww!"

"He's here!"

"Yeah, I noticed," I replied sarcastically, rubbing my arm which was now probably bruised.

"But why the fuck is he not playing?!" she whisper-shouted, very angrily.

"Um, look who the coach is."

"Of fucking course. He already ruined my math mark, why not ruin my love-life too?"

"What love-life?" I scoffed amusedly. (Y/N) glared at me. "I kid, I kid."

"When are they going to put him onnnnnn?" she whined.

"Well, he's warming-up now," I pointed at Josh, who was beginning his warm-up exercises. I extended my arm out towards (Y/N) to squeeze, if need be.

I watched her watch him do various stretches and exercises, wincing occasionally, when she squeezed my arm too tightly. She was still absentmindedly drinking her hot chocolate, her mind undoubtedly racing with not-so-innocent thoughts of Josh.

I decided to actually pay attention to the game being played but luckily, I looked at (Y/N) for a split second because...

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"(Y/N)!"

"What?" I asked, dazed.

(Y/B/F) had a shocked/amused expression while gesturing towards my chest in disbelief.

I looked down confusedly, seeing brown liquid, but not yet registering what was happening until I felt a burning sensation on my chest. "Oh shit."

(Y/B/F) immediately unzipped and took off her sports jacket, covering me up with it.

"He didn't see that, did he?"

~

Great, just fucking great. I managed to spill hot chocolate on my t-shirt and make a huge stain. Nice one, (Y/N). I'm supposed to be here watching the love of my life playing football but instead, here I am, in the bathroom, trying to clean myself up. There was no one else in the bathroom, thank goodness, cause most of the people were still watching the game, and (Y/B/F)'s mother pulled up outside the school and she had to stall in order for me to avoid getting interrogated.

I stood in front of the mirror in the boy's bathroom because the girls' were reserved for the other school. I wiped and wiped but all I seemed to be doing was making a bigger mess. If I carried on like this, I'd have to take my shirt off.

I heard someone walk in and I hoped to God that it was (Y/B/F). But of course with my luck, it would be some random parent that looks like he wants to kidnap me. I carried on wiping, pretending to not notice the person.

"Uhh, are you supposed to be in here?"

FUCK IT'S JOSH FUCK IT'S JOSH ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION, SOMEBODY KILL ME RIGHT NOW.

"Um, the sign outside said Fort Hayes High didn't it?" I squeaked.

"It was, uh, meant for the football team," he half chuckled.

Fuck me his smile could make Darth Vader leave the dark side.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know," I said looking down and playing with my hair.

"I'm just gonna go, um, bye."

And with that I left the bathroom (now wet in two places). Oh my gosh, did I actually just talk to Joshua fucking Dun?! Fuckk, I can't. I'm gonna die. I'm shaking. **makes inhuman noises** I may or may not die from hyperventilation but that's okay since HE fucking talked to ME. FOR THE SECOND TIME!!! We're soulmates. #confirmed. I needed to find (Y/B/F) since she's my way home and I need to squeeze her arm and probably bruise her because omg Josh, so I went downstairs to the gate, but she wasn't there.

I walked back to the field hoping to catch a glimpse of Josh playing but that idiotic coach just took him off. There was 1 minute left of the game; there was no way we could lose now.

5 minutes later, we had annihilated the other team by beating them 47-0, and all the football boys were clearing out the bathroom, so I went to continue the saga of cleaning my dirty ass shirt. I decided to walk through the changing area and boy, was that the best decision I ever made...

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry." I gasped, turning away.

"Uhh, umm," was all Josh could say, wearing only his boxers as he was trying to cover up his Greek God-like body.

"I thought all the guys were gone," I cringed, now shielding my eyes.

He could see how flustered I was and he was, laughing? How the hell could he be laughing right now?

"It's okay, I don't mind you looking," he said, suddenly confident and walking closer to me.

What the actual fuck was going on? He kept on coming closer to me, until we were inches apart, his full, almost puffy lips were so close I could taste it. He took my hands away from my eyes and put one on his abs and oh shit they felt amazing. My other hand went south, like very south. I could feel his boner and I was SO NOT disappointed. I looked up at him and I loved what I saw. He was smirking down at me, looking like the devil himself, and boy was I ready to sin. He slowly unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles. He pushed me back onto the benches that lined the walls of the change room and knelt down in between my legs. He parted his lips and looked at me for validation. All I could do was nod before he grabbed my panties and ripped them so they were basically crotch-less. I had a long night ahead of me, and I was so ready...

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I sat on (Y/B/F)'s bed, expressionless while I watched her continue her freak out, which consisted mainly of squealing like a baby pig.

"Okay, okay, I get that you're excited," I held up my hands in an attempt to calm her down, "but can you chill the fuck out for one minute?"

"How the hell am I supposed to chill out when you hooked up with JOSH FUCKING DUN?!" she gushed, repeatedly slapping me on my arm.

I stared at her blankly for a few seconds, before I, myself, started squealing, causing (Y/B/F) to laugh before joining in.

"YOU JUST GOT JOSH DUN-UHed!"

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Thank you for reading x

Note: The last line is a reference to The Judge, where Tyler says 'Josh Dun-uh'; in case you didn't know. x