Back On my Feet // A Josh Dun Fanfiction

Just tonight? >chapter fifteen

Ellys pov

I should probably get up.

But a few more minutes in his embrace won't hurt anyone. I shouldn't prolong this because it will only make it worse.

I rip joshes arm off and roll out of bed. My chest hurts at the thought of him not remembering this in the morning.

"Elly don't leave." He grabs my hand.

I look down at his half open eyes pleading for me to stay.

"Josh, I don't think that would be appropriate."

He tugs me once more but not hard enough to pull me down, "Just tonight?"

My brain says no, but the butterflies in my stomach say yes. I mean it's not like we're doing anything bad.

I lift the blanket and crawl back under them, facing josh. I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest. I feel his arm wrap around me and his fingers twirl the ends of my hair.

______________

The sun seeps through the cracks in the white curtains. Even if we didn't get to bed until two o'clock in the morning, I feel as if I've had a whole nights sleep.

I glare at his resting face. His nose twitching ever so slightly making me grin like a child. I wonder what he is dreaming about? I brush his hair from his eyes and trail my finger tips down to his prickly beard. I admire his face for a moment, in fear I will never get to see it this closely again.

I gently lift joshes arm off of me and raise out of bed, careful not to wake him. In fear that he might be watching me sneak away from his room like a theif in the night, I turn around to make sure he is actually asleep.

He is exactly as I left him. Good.

I slip out of the room through a small crack and exhale as I realize I don't have to sneak around any longer.

I go to my room, I mean Tyler's room, and dig through my clothes. I find a nice pair of leggings, a baggy maroon 'keep calm and roll on' shirt and a pair of white calf high socks.

My favorite comfy outfit.

My stomach feels like a hollow pit to hell so I make my way to the kitchen.

It has new stainless steel appliances and a chef style gas stove. The fancy kitchen gets me in the mood for cooking.

I pull out some pancake mix and mix it together as directed. As I'm mixing the contents splash out of the bowl and flower is dashed onto my body and clothes.

I'm making an absolute mess, but enjoy every second of it.

I decide I need some music so I pull out my phone and search twenty one pilots on YouTube.

Stressed out, tear in my heart, car radio?

I decide to click on fairly local which seems to be fairly popular. The song starts with an upbeat electronic feel, and by the third time listening I could almost sing all the words.

"YO THIS SONG WILL NEVER BE ON THE RADIO." I shout almost forgetting josh was asleep.

"Nice voice, it almost cures my hangover."

I jump from my place at the stove and flip the pancake across the room.

"Mind explaining what happened last night?"

________________

As we like to say in the south, comment and vote you heifers.

Anyways I've been trying to be better at updating more frequently, hopefully I'm doing a decent job.