twenty øne pilots // preferences

he's trash for you | josh dun

"You don't understand Tyler, that's the Y/N. The actual (your social media @). She's real, she's right there! I can't believe this is happening. Should I say hi? What if I faint? Oh my gosh I think I'm gonna faint-" Josh rambles, breaking into a nervous sweat as he looks at you from across the room. Here he was, just exploring the city with his bestfriend, Tyler, when he runs into you-his internet crush, the girl/boy he's practically in love with, and trash for.

"Josh, calm down," Tyler chuckles. "Go say hi! This is a once in a lifetime chance, man. Go for it."

Josh's hands tremble as he rubs the back of his neck, glancing over at you. He sighs. "I don't know.. What if they think I'm a crazed fan? Or a stalker? Or weird-"

"First of all, you are a crazed fan for Y/N, you're trash for them," Tyler grins, then shoves Josh's shoulder playfully. "I'll get the ball rolling." Tyler clutches Josh's arm, dragging him to wear you stand. You continue talking to your friend, unaware of the two boys who were now behind you.

"Hey there," Tyler speaks, startling you before you turn to face him.

"Oh! Hello," you smile, still confused as of what's happening.

"I'm Tyler, this is my buddy Joshua," he begins, chuckling. "He follows you on like every social media account you have, and is honestly just complete trash for you."

"Tyler," Josh mumbles, elbowing his friend's torso. "Y-you can call me Josh."

"Aw, thank you Joshua. Um, Josh," you say, giggling. You open your arms, inviting him in for a friendly hug. He wraps his arms around you, leaving his face a shade of pink.

"I, uh.. You're just.. Uh, really funny, and, pretty.. And uhm, I think you're really cool.." Josh attempts to speak, his words unable to completely form a sentence.

You laugh, thanking him once more. "You're not too bad yourself."

Josh blushes even more, his face now overtaken by a darker shade of pink.

"You're welcome to sit, I mean, you seem like a nice guy," you welcome him, motioning to the seat next to you. Tyler has already sat next to your friend, engulfed in friendly conversation.

"Thank you," Josh says, a wave of relief washing over him. He takes the seat, then turns to you. You look at him, in his brown eyes, with a small smile on your face.

"Tell me about yourself, Joshua."