Him or Her? // Joshler

Chapter 5: The Studio

(tyler's POV)
The day after Josh and I made a truce to forget the hammock situation, I was on my way to his house so we could work on some songs.
"Hey," Josh says as he opens the door to let me in.
We head back to his studio room, where he has a drum set, a keyboard, some recording equipment, etc.
"Okay so I was up last night writing, and I think I'm almost finished with that song I was telling you about," I say as I hand him my song journal, with the pages open to my latest edition in the book.
He reads it quickly and looks up at me, "I love it," he smiles, "Let's here it on the keyboard."
I play the song for him with just vocals and keyboards, and after one run-through he joins in and adds some drum beats.
"Sick," I say, jumping up from the piano in excitement. I get an adrenaline rush every time we play a new song together for the first time.
He leans over the drums and we high five.
"Okay, let's play through it one more time. I want to try starting slower and quieter in the beginning of the hook and gradually getting louder," I say with concentration and we get back on our instruments to play it again.
"YES!" Josh exclaims once the song is over, "Dude that was sick."
"Totally," I beam, "Can we take a look at the lyrics again? Something seems off about the timing and I feel like a need to add a line or two somewhere."
We plop down on the little black couch in the corner and study the lyrics for a few minutes.
Josh helps me think of more lyrics to add and I jot the new ideas down so I can read them through later and decide whether or not this song is actually trash.
"Awesome," I sigh, content with the work we got done, and lean back on the couch.
I then noticed how close together we were sitting. No, Tyler, no... this whole time has been just normal and we are not screwing this up!
Our knees are touching. He looks over at me, our faces are inches apart.
I breathe in, trying to think of something to say- and then our lips connect. The world feels like it's coming together and collapsing at the same time, my body feels like a million sparklers- but it all ends as quickly as it began.
I don't even know who initiated it, I don't know who leaned in, or if we both did.
Our faces separate, and we're now sitting up off of the back of the couch. He searches my eyes for an answer, for an explanation, as I search his for the same.
"I'm sorry," Josh says and blushes, more of in a scared way than a cute way, "I don't know why I did that."
"Me neither," I rub the back of my neck.
He looks down at his hands, then back up at me, "What about Jenna?"
"I...," I don't know what to say.
"Maybe you should just go home," He says, looking torn.

I cry the whole way home.