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»melanie»

ding.

i looked at my phone, walking out of my apartment i share with my friend, alaya. it was 1 a.m. and i always planned on waking up this early since there's always a surge in the city around this time. getting in my car, i turned the engine on and opened the über app.

josh ???-???? local bar to grande hotel

"i hope you're josh dun," i thought to myself and laughed.

i clicked on the address and put my phone on its mount. i started driving to the bar and turned the radio on, hearing heathens, i almost flipped out. it's 1 a.m. and now people's brains are smart enough to put such a great band on the radio. i started to sing along with the music and sighed, twenty one pilots were in my hometown and i couldn't go since my mom was getting a hip replacement, and of course, i am her only child. nope, no one else could do it! it had to be me. i actually bought the tickets, then sold them to a six year old and a hormonal teenager, which i was guessing was her sister. lucky alaya is going.

time went by faster than expected, i turned my volume down. i notified the anonymous person i was the white honda accord outside of the bar. knowing this guy would be drunk, i grabbed my pepper spray just incase he tried something funny. hey, i've used it before and it sure damn worked. i hid it beside my left thigh, easy to get hold of.

i saw a person waltzing backwards to my car, blowing a kiss to a random chick. typical. he was wearing a black hoodie so i couldn't see what he looked like. i looked away knowing i would seem stalkish if i was staring for too long. i heard my car door open and a body shifted into the seat next to me, i turned my head to greet the man, and my jaw dropped. i just screamed.

joshua william dun is in my car.

i cleared my throat, "hello, i'm melanie, your über dri-" he cut me off by putting a finger to my lips, i had to hold in my squeal. i am terrified.

"i can tell you're a fan. would you like an autograph, dollface?" and that's where i died people, this is the end. no no, i'm joking. he just called me dollface. i think i'm sweating. i nodded, opening the glove compartment to find a starbucks napkin and a pen in my purse, i handed him the items and he clicked the pen, then signed it. "you said your name was mary?"

"melanie." i corrected so quietly it sounded violent. he scribbled something else on it and handed me the napkin, i placed it on my lap. "now, y-your destination, sir." i stuttered when he got closer to my face.

"my destination is my lips on yours." he breathed out into my face, woah woah woah. that went 0-100 real quick! i started to inch my hand towards the pepper spray, but let go when he tilted his head to the side and slowly closed his eyes. drunk guys. he's probably going to tease and not even kiss me. i made a mistake saying that, because right when i was about to move away, he placed his lips on mine.

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O SHIT WADDUp

i'm going to just stop now

stay alive, fren |-/