Hey, Neighbour (Josh Dun x Reader)[#Wattys2016]

a trip in our favourtie rocket ship

'Eye spy with my little eye.... something tiny.'

'That's not how the game works, Brendon,' I sigh for the millionth time at the meme sitting next to me.

'Well that's how I play it.'

'Okay fine then. Hmmm let me see... your dick?'

'FUCK OFF,' he shouts shoving me while I giggle.

It had been only an hour on this small coach to Mozart's Museum (I don't fucking know okay XD) and we had already resorted to five year old games.

'How did I let you drag me next to you again?'

'I spy with my little eye... something circular,' Brendon carries on, ignoring me.

'Oh jeez,' I say, palm on my forehead, when I feel a kick at the back of my already uncomfortable coach seat.
I swing around to see the hipster bitch.

'What?' I say, annoyed.

'Can you guys, like, shut the fuck up?' She says.

I was about to bring all hell up in this coach to this bitch.

'Just who do you think—'

I was cut off by a shriek of laughter coming from the five year old boy sitting next to me.

'Brendon, what the hell?'

'Oh I was just talking to my new bestie, Josh, since you seem so busy,' he says, arms holding his stomach, looking like he's about to go into another fit of giggles. I turn to see that Ashley was in fact sitting next to Josh.

'Oh hey, Josh.'

'Hi (y/n),' he smiles.

Ashley gives Josh a look and then he stops smiling and stares out of the window.

Oh I see how it is. I smirk to myself.

Whipped indeed.

~

Once we got to the museum, we were divided into three groups.

'Oh lucky me! I'm with you Joshua,' I say sarcastically.

'Oh shut up, I am great company,' he says, waving a hand.

'Mmhmm right I'm sure,' I say looking at Ashley, who was in a different group.

'Alright, alright,' (it's a hell of a feeling tho I'm sorry I've already made that joke) he chuckles, 'What's the problem you guys have with each other anyway?'

'Ask her, she like to prey on the weak and innocent,' I say, making puppy dog eyes.

'Are you really innocent though?'

'Shut up,' I say, punching his arm and he giggles.

~

We approached a painting of Mozart playing the piano behind a piano which was supposedly a replica of his own.

'How about a game of truth or dare?' Josh asks, clearly bored out of his skull.

'Sure, I'm in.'

'Okay, so truth or dare?'

'Dare,' I said, feeling confident.

'Alright...' he said, looking around the room when suddenly eyeing the piano, ' I dare you to play on that piano,' he says pointing to it.

'Oh my days, what if we get kicked out?' I ask, feeling slightly less confident.

'No ones gonna know it was you, just do it and if someone comes we'll run,' he says.