Billionaire's Childhood Love

III. Joshua and Hailey...Hailey and Joshua...Together Forever

Hailey's POV:

We walked into a store called Fate and began trying out clothes. I hummed along with the tune in the background, swiping through the racks. Josh grabs a pink bunny shirt with glasses. "Look, Hailey! I think I'm going to buy this!"

I lift a brow. "Really?"

"Yeah! I think the writing is cool. It says LA ME. I think it's Latin or something."

I push up my glasses. "Josh. That says lame."

I sat there, blowing out air as I stared at the stall. "Are you really going to try it on?"

The lock clicks, and he swings the door open, revealing him in a pink shirt. I don't know whether I should cry or laugh, so I did both. "Oh, my lord!" I shout, clutching onto my stomach, falling down the seat.

He flips his invisible dark long hair. "I know. I'm fa-boo." He pouts his lips, crossing his arms over his chest.

The sad part is that he looks great in it.

We stand in front of the cashier. "Are you really going to buy that?" I ask.

He pulls out his card, the blank face staring at me. "Yes." He slams the card down. "Got a problem?" His voice is fierce, serious about purchasing the shirt.

I place two hands in the air and step back. "No. Proceed."

The whole day, we spent it outside, hopping from one random place together. Near the end, we were at the park sitting on top of the monkey bars, eating delicious yogurts.

I kick my feet back and forth, eyes watching the group of children playing frisbee. I lick the strawberry off my lips. Josh scoop his yogurt and eat it. "Okay. Ever since we came to the park, you kept staring at me. What's up?"

He licks his sweet lips, then turns his body towards me. He dares to touch my yogurt, hop down, and place both of them on the ground. With a quick grunt, he jumps back up. "There is something I want to ask you."

I look at my melting yogurt. "What?"

He scratches the nape of his neck, turning its tan into a slight shade of red. "Do you remember how you always say you love New York whenever you come to visit me?"

I nod my head, remembering how amazed I was when I went to New York. Unlike the quietness of MistVille, New York is much louder and more alive. Josh and I would transition who visits during our school breaks. Sometimes, he would come to California, and I would fly to New York.

Joshua grabs my sticky palms with his own. "I was wondering...if you want...do you want to go to high school with me in the East?" he said, almost a bit too quickly.

I sat there, wide eyes staring at him. There's a hot breeze blowing past us as he chews his lower lips. I take a few blinks, trying to comprehend what had just lurk out of his lips. "W-What?"

He inhales a deep breath. "Let's go to the same school together," he declares in a louder and firmer voice.

My hand slips slightly away from him, but he holds onto it tighter, enlarged eyes staring at me. "J-Josh. My parents won't let me-"

"I asked my parents to talk to your parents about it. They said they are willing, only if you want to go," he cut me off, his hands clenching tighter onto mine. He scoots closer, pressing his forehead against mine, and I look up, inhaling his sweet chocolate breath. "Please? I want us to go to school together. It will be fun, I promise," he whispers.

I chew on my lower lips. "I won't be in high school for another year."

He smiles, revealing his single deep dimple. "I'll wait for you."