Since You Found Me Out (Josh Dun)

Chapter 4

I punch him in the chest but he barely moves, leaned in all over me. I'm interested and i think that so is he, but there are people all over the house and even though i might be nice to talk to, or a good friend, I'm convinced he would never try anything. I'm simply not his type and he's not mine. Not that I'm all clean and innocent and he's some bad boy, but because we'll probably never meet again. I can totally kiss someone else at this party. Hell - i could even kiss Emily or Noah if i wanted to.
"Tell her what it means, Josh!" Yells a blonde guy placing himself next to a girl in the bathtub. I raise my eyebrow at Josh and he rolls his eyes. Some other guy stumbles in the door with a giggling girl in his hand. "Josh," he yells. "We're driving!" His eyes lock with mine and i hope i don't look too disappointed. "That's my ride," he mumbles to the guy that has now left, stating the obvious. At this point, I'm totally convinced that Josh will leave. I'll never see him again, and I'll probably end up dancing with Lauren as i always do.

There's one thing i need to ask him before he goes. "What is your tattoo?" He's still leaned in over me, but i don't think much of it. That's usually how we do in my social circle and in my eyes, not a sign of affection. "It's a tree." He says as if I'm stupid. "No," I roll my eyes. "What does it mean?" and before i know it, he has moved, grabbed my hand and dragged me down the stairs. I'm about to stumble for every step, but he manages to keep me from making a fool out of myself. It must be the drumming causing those muscles. Those muscles!

We're down the stairs when he starts "answering" my question. "I'd love," he drunk-pauses, "to tell you when I'm sober." I can't help but frown. As if he's ever gonna ask for my number or something.

"Can i get your number?" He asks and i nod before even thinking of it. My number? That's the real deal. Or is he just being polite? He's searching through Emily's kitchen drawers to find a pen, but i open the right drawer in the first try and pull out a blue pen with a smug smile. He smiles and holds up the non-decorated arm. Writing the numbers on his skin is a challenge in itself, but when I'm finished, he looks me in the eye. "When can i call you?" I find an open can on the kitchen counter and take a sip. "I don't know man. It's not like I know what i do."
"Tomorrow then?"
"Eh, okay"

Josh walks into the living room and grabs his hoodie from the window still. He takes my hand and drags me along with him to the hallway. Either, I'm to drunk to complain or i have nothing to complain about. At the moment, i can't tell.

Everything is spinning as Josh walks through the hallway and telling his friend from earlier to "wait two fucking seconds." He slams the front door to his friend outside, still with his female companion. "Laura?" He looks at me and i realize that he has almost sobered up. Explaining how embarrassing this is, is close to impossible. I just stand there paralyzed, but it doesn't look like he cares. "Remember that promise i made earlier on?" I nod even though i have no memory of any promise at all and in a matter of half a second, his hands have found place on each side of my waist. "Fuck that," he says and before i can ask him what the hell is going on, his beautiful face is leaning in and our lips meet. Music is blasting, my vision is blurry and he tastes like toothpaste. I can't comprehend anymore than that, but when he pulls away, i know i want more. I could probably kiss him for the rest of the night if i got the chance. But after i have pulled him into another kiss, his friend yells from the lawn. "Joshua Dun you retard! We're going home." He doesn't say goodbye. He just finishes the kiss and hurries out the door. 

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