Ava
There is something about a smile, a genuine one that just makes your stomach flutter at the sight.
That’s what's going on right now with Josh. As I take his hands I feel it. I want to hold on to that feeling because it’s safe and unwavering.
On our way out some girls come over to us
“You’re Josh Adams?” one of them asks, and he gives them a warm smile.
“Yes”
One of them squeals, and it's a fan moment. They take a selfie with him, ignoring me, and I try not to let it get to me.
Josh signs an autograph for them
“Is she the girl from the internet?” one of them whispers to the other.
I scrunch my face. What is that supposed to mean?
Remembering the girl from this morning made the same comment.
“You’re Ava Parker.”
I smile at her but Josh excuses us and guides me to his car. I
