Imagines and Preferences: Book 1

Preference: Love at First Sight | Twenty One Pilots

Requested by Pilot_of_Pompeii

Summary: You meet, and it's love at first sight.

QOTP: Do you believe in love at first sight?

Word Count: 740

Josh -
"I didn't fall, I was pushed," you hear from the other side of the shelf. You're grocery shopping, and two guys are petty arguing about something in the other aisle.

"No one pushed you, Tyler," the other guy responds. You don't know his name yet, so you decide to name him John to keep track.

"Mark saw it happen!" Tyler insists, causing you to stifle a laugh. There's a pause, then John sighs.

"Okay, fine. A ghost pushed your hamster ball."

"Don't patronize me, Josh. I felt it."

You stifle another laugh, your shopping put completely on pause to listen in on this confusing conversation. You're also happy to know John's actual name. You were pretty close.

"Do we need Oreos?" Josh asks. You look at the shelf in front of you and find the cookies in question. As Tyler replies that they do, you quickly push your cart farther down and pretend to be shopping.

"Grab some Chips Ahoy for Jenna," Tyler says. You casually glance back to see what he looks like. Only the side of his face is visible to you because he's making the difficult decision of Double Stuf or Mega Stuf. You can't really see Josh at all; he's behind Tyler.

"The regular or the chewy?" Josh asks. Tyler decides on Mega Stuf and steps back, Josh now in full view.

"Regular," Tyler replies, but you don't really register it; the second you saw Josh, you froze. You couldn't explain it, but you couldn't look away.

Josh goes to say something, but stops, finally looking down the aisle at you. Like you, he freezes faster than T'Challa when he sees Nakia. Tyler looks at him, confused, then follows his line of sight, seeing you in the same state.

After a long moment where no one says anything, Tyler asks, "Do you guys know each other or something?"

"N-No," you reply after a few seconds.

It goes silent again, Josh involuntarily taking a few steps towards you. Tyler sighs. "Guys, I'm really starting to feel like a third wheel here."

"I'm Josh," he finally says, ignoring Tyler's comment.

"I'm Y/N," you reply in the same quiet and soft tone. You haven't completely snapped out of whatever that trance was, but you're back in reality enough to see Tyler out of the corner of your eye with a smug grin on his face.

"I see what's happening here," he says, doing a horrible impression of Maui. Josh tears his eyes away from you to give him a pointed look, and he holds his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. I get it. I'm gonna go get some ranch."

When he's gone, Josh looks back at you. "S-Sorry about him."

"It's fine..."

"Could I maybe... get your number?" he asks sheepishly, blushing.

You smile, pulling out your phone. "Yeah."

Tyler -
Lunch meetings can be incredibly stressful, especially when your car breaks down the day before so you have to walk to your destination.

The restaurant you're walking to is about a mile and a half away, and you're trying to take it slow; you don't want to be sweaty and smelly when meeting someone who could potentially further your career.

There's also the dread of the walk back afterwards, but you're trying not to think about it.

"What do you call a building full of distinguished people who like to read?" someone asks his friend as they walk behind you. You continue walking, but tune into their conversation, wanting to hear the punchline.

"I don't know," the guy's friend replies, sounding near exasperated. "What?"

"Barn of Nobles." [2011 Tyler on twitter was so lame]

You can't help but laugh at the stupid joke and look behind you at the man who told it. As soon as you turn, you both lock eyes and stop, unable to say anything. The man, after a few moments, manages a, "H-Hi."

"Hi," you reply, still unable to say anything else.

"I'm Tyler."

"Y/N."

Tyler's friend, who's still standing next to him, confusedly introduces himself. "I'm Josh?"

You and Tyler completely ignore him, snapping out of it enough to exchange phone numbers and begin texting almost constantly over the next few weeks.

Maybe your car breaking down wasn't such a bad thing.