Dear Josh - Josh Dun FanFiction

- ten -

Joshua stared at my mother as she scoffed the pizza that had just arrived. He let out a small chuckle and put his arm around me. Mum was too focused on the TV she didn't notice. For some reason, him being so close felt so natural. He sat back quietly and watched me stare at my pizza.

"Em you should eat" Joshua whispered. He was so close I could feel his steady breath on my neck. I looked down at the box sitting in front of me and picked up a slice, without thought I handed one to Joshua and took one for myself.

"You too are awfully close for just friends?" mum laughed loudly as she mocked us both.

"So Josh, I made you brownies but they are still in the oven"

"Thank you Sarah, you already told me but you really didn't have too"

"No I always make food when people come over" My mother's eyes widened, she jumped off the couch and stumbled into the kitchen.

"How much has she had?"

"A lot more than what I have" Joshua looked quite taken back.

Sarah ran back with a tray in her hands and placed it on the table.

"Mum! Did you just take that out of the oven!" I screamed as I watched my mum stare at the uncut brownies on the table. She then started wincing in pain and laughing.

"I didn't put on any gloves!" My mother cackled.

"Sarah come on let's go put your hands under cold water you've burnt them" Joshua jumped up and led my mum into the kitchen. She kept crying into his shoulder while Joshua had the water on. Every now and then I could hear her say "I hope you like the brownies I made you, I just have to cut them first" through her cries.

I watched Joshua hold my mothers hands under the water. Every now and the drying them to see how red they were before putting the water on again. He was so gentle with her, and so patient. Even with her very intoxicated he was happy enough to look after her.

"Sarah go sit down and I'll cut up the brownies for you"

"I made them for you love so I will do it"

"Mrs Peterson, You've injures yourself enough tonight don't you think?" Joshua laughed breathlessly. His cheeks went bright red because mum started to laugh.

"Yeah you're right, I'm going to nap" And with that my mum left us both alone in the lounge.

"So she doesn't want the brownies??" I turned to see Joshua standing in the kitchen still holding a knife very confused. Which he then began to cut them anyway. I walked over to the bench and watched him place them on the plate so decoratively.

"I'm guessing your cafe job helped with you food presentation hey?" Joshua smiles and looked at me.

"Thing is, they were pre cut so I never had to worry about sizing...so now that your mum has passed out, what did you want t-"

"Josh, how are you buddy?"

"I'm great Neville, your wife has just gone to bed, want a brownie?" Dad looked stunned as hell. He took the plate, nodded, and left the room. We both bursted into a fit of laughter because of the look my father gave him. It wasn't anger or resentment. It was pure and utter confusion.

Due to the alcohol flowing through my veins I had this urge to be close to him. I wanted nothing else but that. It want like intoxicated me craved touch. Or just any affection for that matter. I was never one to have a man close but when they were. That craving drove me mad. We sat on the couch together and he let me lay on his chest, I snuggled in and played with the hem of his shirt. With the Tv in the background  and Joshua partly distracted I had a perfect chance.

"Joshua.." He looked at me with slightly raised eyebrows. I knew if I didn't do it now I would chicken out at any other chance I had. I ran my fingers up his arm and then along the side of his neck. I felt his body tense but he couldn't take his eyes off me. I could hardly look at him I was so nervous. I wanted him. I needed him. I took the chance and pressed my lips against his with no warning. He pulled back a little in shock before running his fingers through my hair. His kiss was tender and loving. His lips were soft and sweet. It became so passionate and felt so right. There was no sexual frustration or awkwardness. Just pure passion. He ran his hands down my sides and pulled me close to him.

"Emma, w-what are we doing?"

"What do you think silly?" I said quietly, kissing his nose. He's scrunched his face before pulling me in for a hug. I moved a little to make  myself comfortable again and snuggled into his chest. His breathing was slowly coming back to normal again. I felt safe, that moment felt so perfect and I just wanted to stay in it forever.