tears // j.d

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I was just sitting there. I changed back into my day clothes and came into Josh's dressing room. I arrived around five minutes ago and I sat on his couch. I whipped o it my phone and began scrolling through Twitter when I saw a tweet from Josh,

'This shows gonna be great, I can feel it.'

I smile at the tweet, retreating it and liking it and I continue to scroll through, liking every tweet about the show tonight and the next thing I know it is two hours later and Josh busts through the door. I shut my eyes, still adjusting to the fact that I am in contact with Josh Dun. I open them and he smiles at me. I return the smile and he walks over to the couch and sits down next to me.

"Hey,"

He begins

"So I wanted to say thank you for earlier, you helped me today and I'm glad you did, you have boosted my mood and I'm not really sure on how to repay you,"

He rubs his hands on his black ripped skinny jeans and I shake my head, declining his offer.

"No you don't need to repay me in any way. You invited me to your concert and let me stay in your dressing room,"

I put my hands out, referring to the dressing room

"That itself is enough repayment but I'm just grateful I have met you in the first place."

He smiles and bites his lip, he looks down at his lap and I can barely contain myself. I let out a nervous laugh and hold my head, the situation finally sinking in.

"Holy shit I'm talking to fucking Josh Dun."

I whisper to myself and he looks at me, he pats me on the back, gets up and stretches.

"Well,"

He begins

"Look forward to more of that Zoey,"

He laughs and heads to his case that held his clothes for shows. I let out a few dry laughs, watching him. He grabs a white muscle tee, white basketball shorts, white leggings and his red Nikes. He reaches on the top of the case and grabs a red snapback and faces me.

"I'm going to get changed so, you can turn around or I can head to the bathroom, it's up to you."

I shake my head and blush

"Oh okay ill just turn around, it's your dressing room, ill actually leave, you need privacy!"

I grab my bag and phone and begin heading for the door. He sticks his hand up and shakes his head, signaling for me to sit back down.

"No really it's okay! I'm used to it, the tour bus really teaches you to get comfortable with this type of thing."

We laugh and I return to my seat, sitting towards the wall. He changes pretty quickly and he taps me on the shoulder, showing me his outfit. He strikes a few poses, causing me to laugh. He laughs to, heading for a mirror with tiny lights trimming it. He sits down on a stool and swirls around facing me.

"Help me with my eye makeup."

"What?"

"Help me with my eye makeup."

"I'm not good at makeup in the slightest ill make you look like a raccoon with a bad case of pink e-"

"You don't have to be good,"

"It just has to show up on my face."

I reluctantly get up and walk over to the little vanity he was sitting at. I look around for chairs and I end up sitting on the the counter. He looks up at me with doe eyes and I give out a nervous giggle. He situated himself between my legs and I grab the red eye makeup and begin going in with my fingers.