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Josh had an interview today, and despite the fact I was SOO tired, I dragged myself out of bed because he didn't want to go alone. The interview was only for Josh.
When he saw my bedhead, and tired expression, he smiled.
"Morning princess." he chuckled. I groaned.
"Don't talk to me until I'm awake." I muttered. He laughed and kissed my cheek.
"Go get ready, I gotta leave soon." he said.
"Can't I just go in my pajama's? It's not like I'm going to be in the interview." I moaned.
"I honestly could care less, I just figured you didn't want to go in your pajamas." he said.
I trudged to the stairs, mumbling a 'You're right' before going upstairs to change. I knew I must've been REALLY tired, because at one point I forgot I had a tattoo on my ribcage. It freaked me out at first.
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"Cool tattoo." Ian (who was now awake) said, motioning to my newest one.
"Thanks." I said.
Josh squat down and moved up my shorts, for he could see the face. Ian rolled his eyes and left, and Josh looked up at me and smiled.
"He looks like a douche." he smiled. I laughed.
"A blue haired douche, yes." I said. He laughed, got back up, ran his arm around my waist and kissed me.
"It's awesome." he said. I smiled.
We left to go to the interview, and I nearly forgot to pull my shorts back down. I swear, I would have gone to the interview with the side of my shorts pulled up so high you could see the lace on my underwear.
We didn't talk a lot at first, on the way to the interview. It was weird. Josh and I usually don't shut up in the car.
Then he burst out laughing. "Wow..." he laughed.
"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Mike bet me five bucks that I couldn't go the whole ride to the interview without talking." he laughed. I smiled.
"Eh, you shouldn't have made a bet that's impossible. We never shut up in the car." I said. He smiled.
"Oh yeah." he laughed.
When we got to the interview, got went out and sat in the red leather chair, and I sat behind the curtains, for I could still see him but I didn't have to sit in the crowd.
Someone even brought a HUGE beanbag chair out for me. I flopped down in that, and Josh started chuckling.
Comfy? he mouthed.
I smirked and stuck my tongue out. You're just jealous I got the cool chair. I mouthed back.
He rolled his eyes and smiled. The interviewer walked passed me, fixing her lipstick. Josh looked at me, and gave me a secret smile.
He always told me that every time he did an interview without the rest of the guys, the interviewer would always be a girl, wearing hardly any clothing, and trying to look like a Barbie doll.
They never actually FLIRTED with him, but he said it always made him uncomfortable.
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