Twenty Øne Piløts Øneshots

forget it it's chapter 13

Trigger warning: hair dye idk

"Hey Tyler, I want to dye my hair again," Josh said suddenly.

The men were both on the couch in their shared apartment, with Josh's head in Tyler's lap and both of their phones out, when Josh realised he was really bored and wanted something to do.

"Are you going to use one of the dyes Hayley (i forgot how it was spelled dont kill me ples) got you?" Tyler responded, stretching and popping his spine.

"Probably. I was thinking of going yellow, what do you think?"

"Like blonde yellow or crayon yellow? You'd look amazing either way, though, so I guess it wouldn't matter," Tyler mused, grinning at the faint blush spreading over Josh's cheeks.

"Crayon yellow. That was one of the dyes, right?" Josh got up off of the couch and rummaged around in their messy room until he found what he was looking for. A cardboard box full of bottles of different color hair dye. With a triumphant smile, he pulled out a tube with a yellow stripe, and turned to Tyler. "This one."

"Okay, do you need my help?"

"Could you grab me a chair and a towel? Oh, and gloves?"

As Tyler went to get the items, Josh moved into the bathroom and read the instructions on the back of the container. Deciding that he didn't need to bleach his hair, he waited for Tyler to return.

"Here," Tyler stated, setting the chair down behind Josh and handing him the towel and gloves. "Use these wisely."

Josh grinned at the smol man-child and wrapped the towel around his shoulders. Pulling the gloves on to his hands, he sat in the chair and popped open the lid on the hair dye. Squirting a good amount onto his palm, he massaged it into his hair, trying to get as even a coverage as possible.

"Tyler, help!" Josh cried, putting as much desperation into his voice as he could.

Tyler rushed into the bathroom, apparently having run from the other side of the apartment. "What? Are you okay? Did you fall? Are you hurt?"

"The dye's cold," Josh said, smirking slightly at the murderous look Tyler shot at him.

"Joshua William Dun, you had me running from the other side of the apartment thinking you were about to die, so you'd better suck it up and finish dying your hair."

Josh's smirk grew into a full on grin, squinty eyes and all, at Tyler's mock anger. "Okay mom."

After thoroughly saturating his hair with the dye, Josh pulled a shower cap over his head and set a timer for an hour. Walking out of the bathroom, he saw Tyler looking adorably comfy, wrapped up in a blanket watching TV.

"Aww, babe, you look adorable," Josh said, plonking himself down next to him.

"In other news, water is wet. Oh, and you look like an old woman with her curlers in."

"An attractive woman?"

"Oh, of course."

After watching TV for a while (and not believing what was on it), the timer on Josh's phone rang. "Welp, gotta wash this off."

Josh walked into the bathroom and turned the water in the sink on. He put his head under the stream of water, and did his best to rinse out all of the dye.

Standing upright, he studied his reflection in the mirror. It had turned out bit more gold that he'd expected, but he liked it anyway.

Walking back into the living room, he ran his hands through his hair and looked at Tyler expectantly. "Well? What do you think?"

"I like it! It really brings out the gold in your eyes."

Josh gave a smile and ran his hands through his hair again. "Should I post a picture and let the clique know, or should I let them find out through a few blurry pictures where I have a hat on?"

"The latter, obviously. Speaking of surprising the clique, what do you think their reaction will be to the new tracks?" Tyler responded, cracking his knuckles.

"A lot of tweeting and tumblr'ing and Instagramming in caps lock, probably. I can't wait," Josh said as he turned to stare at the camera like 'The Office'.

The two boys then proceeded to put on ski masks then hold hands like the twins from the shining and walk slowly toward the camera, before charging at it full speed and having the video cut out.

The only thing heard over the static is the phrase 'fast food, greasy, taco I love', and all ends well.

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Okay, what the actual fuck was that ending. It started out serious, I swear! Can you tell this was written at three am with no particular plot?

Don't forget to leave suggestions and comment and all that bullshit.

I'm so done with this.

-Rhea(ooh a name now people can stalk me((lol type rhea into google and see what shows up)) ok I'll go now)