The Eltingville Club had been the first place where he truly belonged. His friends, though they did still get on his nerves from time to time (see also: often) they were still some of the first people to accept him for who he was.

Meeting you was a little different. You were miles out of his league - beautiful hair, pretty face, perfect body. He had no business even breathing the same air as you, let alone spending any time alone with you. Your circles were different as well.

But... one day, one spark was all it took. And suddenly Josh was walking by you and catching your eye, receiving a smile or a wave. The way your face lit up every time still gave him butterflies. He was still a loser, but he felt like the luckiest loser in the entire world.

You even did your best to take part in his interests. You let him go on and on and on about Star Wars and Star Trek, whenever the two of you were together. Granted, most of the time he was sure that you had close to no idea what he was talking about.

It was the actions that counted.

Tonight, you had stayed the night. You were currently wearing one of Josh's oversized (on you, at least) Star Wars T-shirts, and a pair of his boxer shorts. "So, which movie is better?" He was asking. "Rogue One?" He looked at you.