Josh Hutcherson Minecraft Skin Novels & Stories

"Your first ever official bout, and you won." "Yeah, you were pretty good," says another voice. They both turn to see a stranger. Taller than either of them, he is also in shorts and a vest. Dark-haired and hazel-eyed, he is fit and muscular, his shoulders broad for his age and his clear open face wears a disarming grin. "I'd shake hands," he says, "but I can't with these on." He holds up hands already in gloves. "I'm Joshua by the way, but everyone calls me Josh." "You're in the boys' competition?" asks Jenny.

Ethan replied, then pressed a button that automatically unlocked the outer gate. He walked over to the door and opened it for him. “Whoa!” Josh blurted out as he stared at the whole paradise of a house in admiration. “OMG! Is this your house? This place is awesome!” Josh was tall, handsome, with dark hair and brown eyes and looked exactly like the images he posts in his feed. Ethan placed him to be around Lincoln's age… 25 or 26. “Um… hi,” Josh greeted cheerfully, extending his hand for a handshake.

He had black hair with gray eyes, a striking pair I didn’t think was possible. Josh was in the middle, he wasn’t big, he wasn’t slender either but he was the shortest in the group. He looks just an inch taller than I am and he had brown hair like Aiden, only that Aiden’s were deeper and curlier. His eyes weren’t black nor brown, it was a perfect combination of both and he knows how to use it to undress a woman. Seriously, the guy has an A1 in staring at a girl till she was naked.

I certainly didn’t want to know what else he might want to lube up, so I didn’t ask him to confirm. Flames streaked along the web lines and then faded away. The crispy remains of the spider fell to the ground with a crash, the back end of a horse sticking out of its mouth. “I didn’t expect to defeat the first guardian so easily,” said Joshaya, scratching at his abundantly hairy shoulders. He should have covered them up in case a stray ember did the same to him as it had to the spider. And also because it was disgusting. I gagged like a cat with a hairball in the back of its throat.

Deja vu, maybe? "Josh, it's Mario!" "Oh, Thank God." I breathed a sigh of relief, unlocking the door for Mario. He was dressed in a casual sort of way, wearing a bright orange shirt and white pants. Coated in sunglasses, Mario took them off to greet his friend. "How are you doing, Josh?" Mario asked sternly, hugging me slowly. "We haven't heard from you in awhile."

“And you’re not?” “Yes, Tyler is immortal, as long as God is by his side. Me? My life has a limit. I am still in the teen years of my life.” Josh said with a smile. “Teen years? You mean you’re between thirteen and nineteen?” Hugo asked. “Yeah, guess how old I am,” said Josh. “Nineteen,” said Hugo. Josh laughed. “Seventeen ...” “Seventeen?” Hugo asked in shock. “Am I older than you? I am nineteen. ”

He shook my hand, his eyes boring into mine and I could see that he was fighting with the urge to rip my arm off, the same as I was his. Josh was the complete opposite of me. His hair was dark brown, almost black, his eyes a deep brown, his skin had a natural tan. He was well built, almost the same height as me, so probably about six foot one. He was a good looking guy though, I had to give him that. “Hey. I’ve heard a lot about you,” I greeted, shrugging casually. I couldn't help but smirk at him. Practically everything I had heard about this guy was bad, but yet he still thought he had a chance with Ashley. Fat chance, that was all he had.

The sunrise and the sunset illustrated my life perfectly. Josh lay on the sand on top of the blanket. He’d taken his shirt off and laid it on the rock. This was the first time I’d seen him shirtless. It was the first time I was noticing his physic at all. He was gorgeous. His shoulders were broad and wide, his arms were thick and his biceps were outlined, his abdomen was shaped into six tight cubes and his chest was wide. He looked like a GQ model lying there with his arms crossed under his head.

They were barefooted before anyway. Justin hated it because it made him look immature. He was the oldest and wearing it lessened him to the others but it was clear he was older because there was a height difference between the three. Miles was slightly taller than Alex by just an inch while Justin was taller than Miles about four inches which is equivalent to five inches taller than Alex. The door opened, revealing a well dressed Josh. He was wearing a free white T-shirt, white sweatpants, and a pair of white sneakers. So much white.

Both of his hands were connected to the table that contained junk foods and waters. "I would love some water," Nathan’s voice erupted. Sure as hell, Nathan would mess with Josh’s head once again. "Hi Mr. Captain, thirsty?" Josh stared at Nathan’s hanging frame that made him look like an actress from a movie he once watched. His own sight could not even seem to focus on Nathan's frame anymore. Nathan wore the light fabric of an appropriate uniform for a basketball jersey. Nathan’s picture in front of Josh was a sight of glory. His shoulders were exposed and made them look like a god’s skin. His features were sharp. They were not as Josh thought of Tristan.