No specifics this time for six sentences...just craving some mike x josh....perhaps canon divergence....
He’d expected the door to open slowly—maybe silently, maybe with an apprehensive little creeeak, who was to say—so when it swung, he couldn’t lie, he jumped. “Holy…a knock would not have killed you, you know.”
Josh paused in the doorway for a beat, no more and no less, his eyes narrowing not with distrust but disbelief as he (so very kindly) pointed out, “It’s my house.”
An excellent point, one he wasn’t really in the mood to debate with the others tucked away and giggling, hanging on his every word, so…he didn’t; instead, Mike did his best to resume his earlier lean, all cool-guy confidence and sideways smirks, ready to shift into Phase 2 of Operation Kiss Cam.
Unfortunately, so did Josh: “Got your note,” he said, holding it up between two fingers before tossing it off to the side, “also got the CCTV footage of the rest of you scampering down here and hiding like the sweet little perverts you are, but that’s not an issue for me, personally.” Then, like all of this was no big deal, like he hadn’t just robbed them of their fun, he reached over, clicked the light on, and sighed, “Y’know man, if you wanted witnesses, that’s really all you had to say—I never say no to an audience.”

















