Lifetime Guarantee ? Josh Dylan

The wind whips Cas's hair around as she searches for the boy through the soft darkness, her phone's flashlight leading the way. Once she recognizes who the silhouette is, her face lights up and her walking pace grows in speed. Her heart beats faster the closer she gets to him. The light from her phone catches his attention, running a hand through his hair and smiling at the girl.

"Hey," he grins, his smile lit up by the luminescence of the moon. He starts walking towards her, meeting the distance halfway.

"Hi, how was filming?" The girl asks, sliding her phone into her pajama shorts. Josh looks at her lustfully, rolling his eyes jokingly.

"Do we have to talk about that right now?" He bites his lip.

"Why not?" Cas laughs, confused by his request.

"Because..." he grabs her by the waist, pulling her into his body and connects his lips with hers. Cas wraps her arms around his neck, letting one free hand brush the hair on the back of his head. Josh slightly moans against her, intriguing the girl indefinitely. She pulls away and takes a step back, hoping to frustrate him. "I've been waiting over twenty four hours to do that," he grumbles.

"We have to think of a better plan," Cas sighs, pushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. "Our friends are quickly going to realize something's up once they notice we both seem to be leaving the flat at the exact same time."

"I have a plan," Josh takes a step towards her, closing in the space between them. "Let's stop sneaking around, hm?" He grins, gazing at the girl as she scoffs.

"I feel like I'm repeating myself every time I'm around you-,"

"I know it's risky and all, but I'm for real." He begs to Cas, wishing for just one positive response instead of her daily 'what-if's'. Josh grabs her hands and kisses them.

"Why do we need to be labeled? What's wrong with us just being a fling?" She shrugs, looking into his eyes.

"Because the word fling foreshadows it's ending."

"And the words relationship doesn't?" Cas shakes her head. "Can we just make out now instead of arguing?" She whines up to Josh.

"You read my fucking mind," he whispers breathlessly before placing his lips on hers once again.

Back at the apartment, Jeremy and Hugh lounge on the balcony and sharing a smoke together as they discuss the extent of their day.

"Sorry if this is a weird question, but do you have any idea why your sister has been leaving the flat every night at the same time for the past few days?" Hugh puffs his cigarette, glancing at Jeremy as he waits for the answer.

"I honestly have no idea. I tried talking about it with her about twenty minutes ago but she completely brushed me off," Jeremy admits, his conversation with Cassie cycling through his mind again. "I'm going to go see if Josh wants to join us out here." He pushes himself off the chair and strolls through the apartment, knocking on Josh's door. It opens slightly between the first and second knocks. "Josh," he whispers into the darkness. Flicking on the light-switch, Jeremy peeks into the room, only to be met with nobody. He twitches his face slightly, appalled by the disappearance of his friend.

"Josh isn't in the apartment-," Jeremy announces as he saunters back onto the porch.

"Lad, I think I found out where Cas has been going off to," Hugh stares into the darkness, slightly making out the two figures together on the shoreline. Jeremy paces over and grips the railing, squinting to make their outlines more prominent. "Who's she with, though?" Hugh asks, snapping his head towards his friend. Jeremy feels his blood pressure rise and his body become tense. He grinds his teeth at what he sees on the beach.

"That's Josh."