“My head hurts.” Josh groaned as he sat down on the couch, holding a small icepack to his forehead.
“Not my fault.” Hayley laughed as she closed the door behind her and placed the house keys on the table that rested in the middle of the hallway.
After staying in the hospital for a few days, Josh was just released an hour earlier with a warning to be careful with his stitches and bruises. His parents gave him a long lecture about how stupid it was to go dirt bike racing in the first place while Hayley just sat there and watched Josh take it in. Even on his hospital bed Josh’s father found a way to criticize him.
“I just want to sleep.” Josh groaned as he removed the icepack and rested his head on the back of the couch.
“Then go upstairs.” Hayley chuckled as she grabbed the icepack off the table and headed into the kitchen.
“You sleep upstairs Hayles.” Josh fought as he turned to face Hayley.
“Not anymore.” Hayley argued, throwing the blue disk into the freezer. “I’m not letting you sleep on the couch with all those bruises.”
“I’m fine.” Josh sighed, wincing slightly as he stood up.
“No you’re not.” Hayley whispered as she walked over to Josh and placed her hands on his chest. “You can’t even get off the couch without wincing.”
“I’m fine.” Josh lied, teeth closed together as he felt his head begin to pound all over again.
“Fine.” Josh mumbled as he started towards the stairs, his hand lightly touched the railing before he turned to look at Hayley one more time. “You don’t need to worry about me.”
“Goodnight Josh.” Hayley whispered as Josh sighed and trudged up the stairs.
Placing her hand on her head, Hayley rested her weight against the counter and took a deep breath. This tension filled the air as Hayley debated where she should sleep tonight. Josh and Hayley have yet to talk about what happened that day when he woke up. Hayley knew there was something behind that kiss but every time she would try to bring it up Josh would quickly changed the subject. It was as if he didn’t care or he wanted to forget it. A small sigh escaped her lips as Hayley watched the moon peek out from behind the trees that it dared to hide behind. It reminded her of how Josh was acting. Hiding from the kiss but alive and bright when the topic was something else.
“Maybe he needs time.” Hayley mumbled, pushing back her bangs slightly as she headed for the couch in the living room.
Her feet made a light noise against the wood as she headed for the hall closet. Placing her hand on the cool knob, she opened the door and fell onto the ground with a loud thud as a blanket and pillow jumped out at her.
“Josh.” Hayley muttered as she stood up slowly, dusting off her shoulders before turning her attention back to the blanket and pillow on the ground.
Gathering the sleeping materials in her hands Hayley turned back to the closet ready to close it until her eyes landed on a small gold object. Placing the blanket and pillow on the couch, Hayley headed back to the closet and stared at the top shelf. Reaching on her tip toes, Hayley stretched her hand up to reach this small square that captured her attention. Her fingers curled around the cool metal as she brought it down slowly to get a better look. An old picture frame rested in her hands that was covered with a small film of dust. Taking a small breath, Hayley blew off the few dust particles and coughed harshly as the dust flew into the air. Focusing her eyes back to the picture frame, a small smile crept across her lips as she took in the old photo.
It was one of the entire Farro Family before Nathan left, everyone smiling and arms wrapped around each other as they laughed at the camera. Josh had a wide grin on his face, hair close to his shoulders, and arm wrapped around a taller brown haired kid. The boy looked more like Wayne and less like Janine as he smiled softly at the camera. His smile wasn’t as big as Zac’s or Jonathan’s but it was an attempt at a grin. A sunken feeling washed over Hayley as she realized that this boy was Nathan. His eyes were an odd shade of hazel that he must have inherited from Janine and his hand was a lighter brown then Josh’s, similar to Wayne’s.
Placing the photo back where she found it, Hayley headed for the living room and relaxed against the back of the couch, fiddling her fingers as thousands of different thoughts raced around in her head. Pressing her head against the pillow, Hayley closed her eyes and tried to find an answer the questions pounding in her head but all she could come up with was a simple saying that her mother told her right before they left New York.
“That’s What You Get.”