twenty øne pilots // preferences

you're bestfriends and you kiss

Josh:
Josh has been teaching you how to play the drums for a while now, and you're starting to get the hang of it. Josh being his cheeky self, would sit with you in his lap, holding your hands that were holding the drumsticks, showing you what to do.

"Is this necessary?" you ask, chuckling and looking back at him.

"Oh, most definitely," he says, winking jokingly.

Laughing, you'd turn back to look at the drums.

"Okay, let's do the song we've been practicing," Josh says, moving his head above your shoulder to see the drums.

After the song, which Josh insists you nailed, you and Josh would just talk. You'd still be in his lap, but turned to face him, holding onto him so you don't fall backwards.

"You're so beautiful," he'd say, gazing into your eyes.

You hide your crimson face in his chest, and he'd rub circles on your back, smiling at your act of blushing. It was normal for you two to be this close, it's just how you are.

Finally, you'd remove your head from his chest as soon as your face cooled off.

"Thank you, Jishwa," you'd say giggling a bit.

Josh would hold you, still gazing into your eyes like before. He leans in, kissing you softly and sweetly. Pulling away, you'd look at each other and smile. Your hand would be caressing his check, and his hands would be on your waist. He'd press your foreheads together, smiling and kissing your cheek.

"We should've done that a long time ago," he'd say, smiling.

Tyler:
You and Tyler were the type of friends who would be very close, physically, and you'd trust each other with your lives. Tyler was always there for you, and you were always there for him.

You were sitting next to Tyler on the couch, with your head in his lap. He was gently playing with your hair, focusing on it. You were just looking at him, taking in all of his features.

"Why are you staring at me, creep," he laughed, joking with you.

"Because I can," you say, ruffling his hair with your hand, laughing.

"Oh, I get it. It's because I'm hot," he said, chuckling then smirking.

"Ty!" you exclaim, play-punching his shoulder, laughing with him.

He pulls you closer to sit on his lap. Your faces were now just a few inches apart, with your hand on his chest and his arms around your waist.

Tyler leans in, tilting his head slightly to the side and pecking you lips quickly, looking at you directly in your eyes afterwards, making sure you were okay with it.

You lean in, kissing him once more, but for a longer span of time. You pull away, seeing him slowly open his eyes, and smiling.

He pecks your cheek, nestling his face in your neck, sitting there, not wanting the moment to ever end.