Crushing on the Wrong Joshua
laced.
    "Besides singing what other talents are you hiding?” Joshua asked.
    “I'm decent at acting. I always ace drama class anyway,” she laughed.
    “Do you plan on acting professionally?” he asked.
    “No, I'm not pretty enough,” Amber shrugged, “I'm not being all self-depreciative to get compliments either. I'm just not Hollywood material.”
    “I think you're pretty enough,” Joshua grinned, “but I don't think you'd like Hollywood. You tend to avoid large groups of people and if you were a famous actress you'd be surrounded all the time.”
    “I'd never finish my reading list then,” Amber laughed.
    “Yeah, I don't think movie directors like to be kept waiting for books,” Joshua chuckled.
    “I don't think most of them know how to read books, because if they did some movies would have been a lot longer and more thought out,” Amber said.
    “True,” Joshua laughed.
    “Here we go,” Rachel said appearing carrying out their dinner, “Do you guys need anything else?”
    “I’m good,” Amber said.
    “Me too,” Joshua added.
    “Okay, if you do need anything else, let me know,” Rachel said and disappeared back into the kitchen.
    “So what's the plan when we do get back to the library?” Joshua asked.
    “I don't think we're going to have time. Dad's supposed to pick me up at five-thirty and it's almost five now,” Amber said.
    “That's why you didn't want to eat out,” Joshua said.
    “Yep,” Amber nodded, “It's okay though. I've had fun. I'll just come back tomorrow and look.”
    “What if I told you I don't care if the spell is ever reversed?” Joshua asked,
    “That would just be the spell talking,” Amber frowned.
    “If you think so,” Joshua chuckled.
    “You think I'm crazy, don't you?” Amber asked.
    “No, I don't. I'm not under a spell, but I think it's sweet you're so worried about what's fair to me. Although, it's becoming a bit frustrating,” Joshua admitted.
    “Yeah, tell me about it. How do you think I feel?” Amber laughed.
    “I can understand why you're frustrated too, but what I don't understand is why it's so hard for you to believe I'd like you without being under some stupid spell,” Joshua said.
    “If I hadn't cast it myself, I might believe it,” Amber frowned.
    “Well, I'm not under a spell, Amber,” Joshua laughed.
    “We've had this conversation a lot,” Amber grinned.
    “And we'll keep having it until you believe me. What time do you want to meet up tomorrow?” he asked.
    “We're meeting up tomorrow?” she asked.
    “Yeah, I want to get this spell business out of the way,” Joshua said.
    “I usually sleep in on Saturdays. Unless Tamara calls, I won't be up before noon,” Amber said.
    “So like two o'clock at the library then?” he asked.
    “Sounds like a plan,” Amber said, “I hate to eat and run, but I want to be back at the library before Dad shows up.”
    “I'll see you tomorrow,” he said.
    “Yeah, see you then,” Amber said and sprinted out of the restaurant
    Her dad's truck was already parked in front of the library. The engine was still on so Amber reasoned he hadn't been waiting too long. Whenever, she kept him waiting too long, he killed the engine and called her.
    “Where've you been?” he asked when she climbed into the truck.
    “Joshua took me out to dinner across the street. We hadn't planned it and I thought I'd be back before you got here,” Amber admitted.
    “You really like this new Josh kid, don't you?” he asked.
    “I'm starting to, yeah,” Amber said.
    “Good, is he taking you to the dance?” he asked.
    Amber hesitated. She wasn't sure how things were going to play out.
    “That's the plan,” she said, hoping it didn't count as a lie.
    “Good to hear. I was worried about you there for awhile, Amber,” he said.
    “I'm okay, Dad, I'm over the other Joshua now. He was just the wrong Joshua,” Amber laughed.
    “Well, I'm glad you're over it and you're happy now. You are happy now, aren't you?” he

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