||KYNDALL POV||
I couldn't decide how I felt. I was mad, he had lied to me. I was excited, he was in one of the most popular alternative bands of our time.
"Please say something, I don't know where you stand." He plead.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me."
"I was scared. When we became friends, it was so nice to be friends with someone who wasn't biased by our success. I was afraid you'd think of me differently."
Josh, you're stupid to think that.
"Kyndall, you said that out loud."
"It's true, I don't care, you're still an awesome guy." I sighed, sort of embarrassed about saying my thoughts.
"You think I'm awesome?"
Josh, you snowboard, you're a drummer, you've got tattoos, and awesome hair. Who wouldn't like him?
"Are you really that insecure?" I asked. It sounded a lot more hurtful than I intended it to. He looked down.
"I guess I am, I'm always just so worried that people see me and think... They think I'm a poser, or a looser. And I'm trying so hard to be impressive to the people who don't know who I am."
"You don't have to try Josh, you impressed me on the mountain, when you came to my side." I admitted.
"How? I didn't do anything to help her."
"No, but you stopped. You stayed with her. You did what you could. I didn't care about what you looked like then, all I cared about was keeping Kimberly alive and the fact that you made sure she was okay for me spoke volumes. It didn't make you cool, it made you an amazing and kind person. That's more important than any other label you could have." I poured my heart out, saying things I didn't even know I thought about. It was all true.
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that you need to stop worrying about people think. All that matters is the things you do for other people. If you wouldn't have stopped, I wouldn't have met you, and we wouldn't be having an awesome time together."
"I'm glad I stopped." He confessed.
"I'm glad you did too."
I stopped at a light and looked over at him. He looked out the windshield, deep in thought. I couldn't stop looking at his face, but the light turned green.
"Why did you freak out about our age difference?" He asked.
Great, it was his turn to put me on the spot.
"I was worried, about my mom finding out. I don't know how she's going to react knowing that I have an adult for a friend."
"You're and adult."
"Barely."
"Kyndall, it's not like we're dating. And even if we were..." He stopped himself. Neither of us wanted to go there.
"Can I be insecure for a second?" I asked.
"Okay."
"Would you ever date me, even though I'm so young?" I regretted the question, a lot.
"Thanks for putting me on the spot." He complained.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that."
"Would you ever date me?" He asked.
"I asked first."
"Okay, on the count of three, just blurt out your answer. Tell the truth." He said.
