pumpkin ~ joshler

The pretty boy and his drums

'You guys rock!' Ashley yelled from the pit, smiling widely. 'I was so scared you would fuck up on those drums and here you are surprising the shit out of me, pretty boy' she rolled her eyes and clapped along with Mark, Jenna and Jordan.

Tyler grinned proudly and bowed down, Josh soon joining in. 'He's great' the singer pointed out, making the red haired drummer blush deeply.

'Not greater than you' he teased back.

'Well, Whatever you say, buddy' he rolled his eyes and put the bass guitar down. 'We need to fix those lights during Chlorine. They kinda suck' he said after a moment, the main technician nodding quickly at his statement. 'Other than that, I think we're all good' Tyler sighed and shrugged, walking off the stage and to the corridor.

The other musician's gaze followed him until he disappeared completely, then turning to the others. 'Does his mood always swing back and forth like this?' Josh questioned, furrowing his brows.

'Well, he's very friendly towards me, Mark and Ashley but he can get grumpy when he sees something wrong on stage. He just has different approaches for every situation and you need to understand it. He's a perfectionist' Jenna explained with a soft smile.

'Just like you, man' Jordan added, grinning at his older brother.

'Shut up' the older Dun chuckled and followed Tyler out of the arena.

Catching up with the singer was really hard. Not only were Tyler's legs longer, his body was also skinnier which led him to being stopped by the air less. And also Josh was tired and running after the other man was the last thing he felt like doing. But he did it anyway, soon finding himself back in Tyler's changing room.

'Dude, are you alright?' He asked as soon as his panting came to an end.

'Yeah, thanks. I'm just stressed. Every show needs to be perfect and even when something as small as one light during one song looks off... I feel concerned' he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair and sighing dramatically.

Josh couldn't help but wrap his arms around the other, after whispering a quick 'oh c'mere'.

Tyler hid his face in the crook of the other's neck and sniffled quietly, soon closing his eyes.

The drummer soon realised that their bodies were complimenting each other perfectly. He held him closer.

The singer soon realised that the weird feeling in his stomach was also connected with his chest and knees. He held onto him tighter.

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'And he kicked me out of his room as they texted later on' Jordan finished.

Jenna bit her lip and soon sighed dramatically, 'Tyler needs to step his game up. But I know this asshole way too well to know that he's not going to. He needs help'.

'Dude, same about Josh! He is so oblivious, goddamnit' the boy laughed, shaking his head.

'Good thing they have the best matchmakers in town willing to help them out, am I right?' She hummed with a pop of her tongue.

Jordan rolled his eyes but couldn't contain a big grin on his flushed face, 'You're so right'.

'I have an idea...' the blonde smirked and got up, fixing her floral dress. She grabbed her cup and walked out of the room with a mysterious look on her face. Jordan followed her out, not daring to ask what her idea was.

As they reached the exit doors, Jordan started growing suspicious. 'Hey, are we even allowed to leave?' he questioned, biting the inside of his cheek anxiously.

'Of course! Come on, we'll only disappear for half an hour, nobody will even notice. Swear' she smiled, resting her hand on her chest, right above where her heart was.

'Alright...' he sighed, nodding. Jenna's smile immediately grew as she opened the door and headed to her car. There was something about this girl that made Jordan completely weak in the knees and he couldn't help it. Not like he wanted to...

As they were approaching a rather small, white suv, Jordan managed to catch up with the girl. Their arms brushed against each other but he was quick to jerk his hand away pretending to do it only because of the serious need of running his fingers through his dark brown locks. Jenna didn't seem to notice his awkward gestures. He sighed with relief, relaxing a bit.

Why was he being so tense anyway? The situation wasn't even that stressful. It's just that he was walking along with his longtime celebrity crush and she was being so sweet and funny and her outfit was just looking so good on her small frame and-

Okay, the situation really was stressful. Especially for poor little Jordan who had been focusing on his workshop for what feels like forever and would leave it only to pee or eat. Sometimes he would forget to do the latter.

They eventually got to the car. Jenna somehow managed to be there faster than him so boy was he surprised when he saw her opening the door for him.

He snorted quietly and rolled his eyes, 'isn't that the guy's job?' he questioned.

'Fuck gender roles, man. Let me be a gentlegirl' she laughed.

Jordan couldn't help but smile at that, getting in the car and thanking her for the nice gesture.

'So where are we going, miss Black?' he asked quietly, fastening his seatbelt.

'To the mall. I saw some twenty one pilots T-shirts when I was there lastly. There was this one design that caught my eye'

'We're going shopping?' he snickered.

'Listen to me, dumbass' she rolled her eyes. 'The design said: I'm single/taken/mentally dating Tyler Joseph, right? So I thought...' she tried to explain but was cut off again.

'OH! I get it now! You want to buy this shirt and give it to Josh?'

'Exactly' she nodded.

'Okay. That sounds good. How do we make him wear it tho?'

'You still don't get it...' she chuckled, 'We'll give him the shirt when Tyler is around!'.

'Oh.... OOOOOH! Oh my god, you're so good at this' he bit his lip.

'Hm, didn't think I'd hear that today or at least not like that but thank you' she snorted.

Jordan scoffed and shook his head, 'oh shut up'. Jenna couldn't contain her laughter anymore, Jordan soon giving up, too.

He only now realised how beautiful her laugh was.

'You should laugh more' he stated after a moment.

The blonde glanced over at him and offered him a polite smile, 'Then make me'

Trust me, I will, he thought, looking away from her as his tongue slid across his bottom lip.