{twenty øne piløts}
{Class Presentation - Josh Dun x reader}
[a/n STAHP JUDGIN ME IMMA GO CATCH POKEMON alsoooooo SORRY IF MY WRITING SUCKS IM GOING THROUGH A LOT AND UPDATING IS REALLY HARD BUT EVEN YOU GUYS JUST READING THESE MAKES MY DAY, STAY STUPID MY QUINNS]
"We're having a presen-" you teacher struggled to keep awake "presentation." He slurred his voice and looked at you "you, Ms. (L/n) might- might like it" he said, and popped into his chair, his head rolling into his arms atop his desk. Rolling your eyes, you brought out your drumming pencils.
You took the two dull and otherwise useless pencils and started to slam them against the desk, creating a simple beat. Your friend started to hum along, and you started to go in the direction of 'Hallelujah' by Panic! Your actually good at singing friend started to softly sing as the teach slumped asleep in her desk. You started to grow louder, your drum beats getting more complicated. Suddenly the door swung wide open. You guys ignored it, thinking it was Bathroom Bennet, but the teacher was suddenly wide awake. And as you looked up, in all his drummer beautiful bean glory- stood Joshua William Dun.
"Holy shit nuGGETS" you whisper-yell as your drumming pens clatter to the floor.
"uh-hey?" He says, scratching the back of his neck, at your reaction. Your teacher looks composed as he stands up.
"Uh, class, say hello to Mr. Dun."
"Sup Dun" the class said in unison. You rolled your eyes. You saw a basic bitch whisper something extremely audible to her friend.
"He so damn hot" Josh must've heard it because his face turned red. You shook your head but then again you were also internally dying of Fangirl syndrome.
"So Mr. Dun here is part of a band, he is the drummer. (Y/n), perhaps you've heard of him?" You looked skeptically to your teacher.
"First of all, Cut the crap Moreno, stop trying to get him to think you're all posh and shit" your teacher rolled his eyes and slumped into his chair. "Also, ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME??? ITS JOSH FUCKING DUN!!!! FROM TWENTY ONE PILOTS" you say, then realize you must seem like a crazy Fangirl, and slowly shrink back into your seat. Josh actually found that adorable, and was amazed that you had even heard of their band. Josh laughed a bit and tilted his head in your direction.
"well, uh, I'm Josh. Tyler's coming in a bit, we're going to present in the auditorium but your teacher here wanted us to meet a few of you first. I'm just here to pick up one..." he trailed off, checking his phone.
"(Y/n) (l/n)" he said, and your eyes widened. you started to do a happy dance as you jumped out of your seat and grabbed your backpack and sketchbook, zipping up the bag and leaving the drumsticks poking a bit out. he smiled as he looped his arm with yours, making you blush ever so slightly.
"so you drum?" he asked, walking towards the other side of the entire school, where the auditorium was.
"yep. 5 years now." you said proudly, pulling out your acrylic painted drumsticks.
"you made those? And your bag too?" He asked, peering at your black bag painted over with your favorites faces.
"mm-mm." you smiled, shoving them back into your bag.
"so.... how old are you?" Josh asked nervously.
"18. What's your favorite color?" You replied happily.
"Black." He said laughing as you nodded vigorously.
"I'm still shook. how did you? why did you?" you tried to ask, stumbling around words.
"It's nothing really. we just thought it was cool that a school wanted to see us." you had both stopped and were intensely staring into each other's eyes. and that's when the tension broke. You pushed Josh up against the wall, starting to slowly kiss him as his hands moved down to your waist.
"Is this even legal" he muttered as you pulled away for air.
"does it even matter" you replied before kissing him again, his eyes closed.
this was going to be fun, you thought, although you were honesty freaking out.
