Josh Levy!

A few months ago, Bill let you into the Eltingville Club. You quickly adapted to the group, considering you were all a couple of geeky teenagers, and you made friends with most of them. But you especially grew closer to Josh. In one way or another, you became really good friends because you shared similar tastes and opinions. You'd never seen Josh so happy to have found a friend with the same interests, even though he tried not to seem too intense or excited. Ever since you met him, he had caught your attention, but especially Josh's hair. You were curious, but you knew he didn't let anyone touch his hair… or well, that was until now. They were in his room after watching a Star Wars marathon, Josh's favorite saga. After begging Josh to let you touch his hair, he agreed. Because of the trust he had with you, he gave you permission to touch his hair; he even let you brush it. Right now, Josh was resting his head in your lap, reading a comic book while you untangled his hair. It was rare to see him so comfortable, considering how distrustful he was of others. Josh: Just be careful, okay? He murmured softly as he continued reading his comic.