Josh Dun x Reader

Spa Day

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1369

"Nope," you said adamantly. "Nope, I can't do it. Take me home."

Josh rested one hand on the steering wheel and looked over at you, "What do you mean you can't do it? All you've been talking about for the past week is how excited you were to get your nails professionally done."

"I want to get my nails done, but I just don't know if I can make conversation. You know how bad I am with small talk," you sighed.

"Do you want me to come in and sit with you? That way we can both make conversation together."

"I'm not going to force you you to sit there while I get my nails done. I can just do them myself at home."

"Then I'll get my nails done too," Josh shrugged.

"I'm not going to force you to do that either."

"You aren't. I've wanted to get my nails done for awhile but never got myself to do it. This is the perfect opportunity."

"Really, Josh, you can just take me home."

"Not going to do that," Josh said before getting out of the car.

"Josh," you called after him, but the door had already closed.

You quickly got out of the car and followed after him, but by the time you got inside Josh was already pulling his credit card out and paying for the two of you.

"Josh, you really don't have to-"

"Y/N, I've already paid. You might as well just go and pick out our colors."

"You want me to pick a color for you?"

"Of course, you're the nail expert."

"Ok," you said, trying to conceal the smile on your face.

After spending a decent amount of time debating what nail polishes to pick, you had settled on two colors. For Josh, you had gone with black. Since it was his first time getting his nails done, you didn't want to give him anything too crazy. For yourself, you chose a red to match his current hair color. Black and red also just happened to go along with the current era's color scheme.

You handed the polishes to your respective nail technicians and took a seat next to Josh. He was drumming absentmindedly on his legs while he looked around at the various tools that were laid out on the table in front of him.

"Do you think they'll care that I have a lot of calluses on my hands?" Josh leaned over and asked quietly.

"I don't think so, love," you answered, giving his shoulder a gentle pat.

Josh nodded and sat up straight again. The nail technicians had gotten up and were gathering a few things from around the salon.

"I think that color is going to look really good on you," Josh commented again.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I mean, I obviously like red," he smiled, gesturing to his hair.

"I know. Do you like the color I picked out for you?"

"I do! I think it's going to look really cool."

Josh flipped his hand over and began to examine his nails. They were short and uneven, mostly due to the fact that Josh couldn't keep them long since it got in the way of his drumming. You were curious as to what they would look like when someone actually made them look nice.

Your nail technicians returned, each carrying a handful of supplies. You quickly wiped your clammy palms on your jeans before resting them on the table in front of you. Josh looked over and copied your movements, causing you to smile.