Josh Dun x Reader

Attitude

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption and drunken behavior, angst

Word Count: 1873

Author's Note: First post with the new schedule!

"Y/N!" Tyler called from the living room.

You rolled over in bed, groaning to yourself. The clock on the bedside table read 11:30. That was to be expected, you had gone out again last night and stayed out way later than you should have.

"What?" you called back.

"Get up! People are going to be here in like half an hour."

"Fine, but I'm not happy about it!" you answered.

You got out bed and headed towards the bathroom. The smell of alcohol was still highly evident on your shirt, a result of forgetting to change into a proper pajama shirt when you finally stumbled home. It fell to the floor in an unceremonious heap as you stripped it off and tossed it into the corner of the bathroom.

You wondered who was coming over. Tyler hadn't mentioned having company, which he was usually pretty good about considering you were roommates. That meant that the plans had been last minute, most likely meaning that it was Josh who was coming over.

Josh.

Whenever you two were together, you always seemed to be pushing one another's buttons. It had been like that ever since Tyler had introduced the two of you a couple years ago. Things between you had been normal at first, until the one fateful day that you learned just how fun it was to see Josh mildly annoyed. Your relationship hadn't been the same ever since.

You pushed the thought from your mind and instead directed your attention to getting ready for the day. One glance in the mirror told you that you looked just about as bad as you currently felt. A shower would help you feel--and look--a little better, you hoped.

"Who's coming over today?" you asked as you arrived downstairs.

Tyler was in the kitchen, making himself some toast. You walked over and leaned against the counter.

"Josh for sure. There were a couple other people that said they might be able to hang out today, but they didn't have a definite answer."

"Great," you muttered.

"Hey, maybe you two will get along today."

"Yeah," you scoffed. "And the sun will set in the east too."

"Come on, Y/N," Tyler said as you made yourself some cereal. "I know you two could get along really well if you tried."

"But it's just so much more fun to press all his buttons! I mean, you've seen the face he makes when I sit too close to him, right?"

Tyler sighed, "Many times."

"So you get it!"

Tyler grabbed his plate of toast and moved into the dining room, "No."

"Fine, I'll try to be civil for you, Ty. But if he makes one comment that rubs me the wrong way, it's game over."

"As long as you try to be nice."

"I think your definition of nice is different than mine," you huffed as you sat down at the table.

"You know, I think you two could really get a good thing going if you weren't at each other's throats every second of the day."

You snorted, "Ty, you aren't really implying what I think you are, are you?"

"I'm just saying, there may be a deeper meaning behind why you two are always pushing the other's buttons."