A/N: F-Boy!Joe
"I don't want regrets, (Y/N), I just want you." Joe looked at you as you fiddled with your fingers.
"I just...you could have any girl you want." You sighed. He shrugged and leaned back in his seat, bringing the warm cup of coffee to his mouth. You watched as his eyes appeared nonchalant, uncaring. He put the cup back down and looked you straight in your eyes. You felt a chill roll down your spine.
"Maybe I could," He stated, noticing the way your face slightly fell. "but I don't want them because, for some reason, you're all I can think about." You opened your mouth to speak, but were drowned out by a voice louder than yours.
"Hey, Joseph! I didn't expect to see you here." You turned to see Cheryl walking up to the table where you and Joe sat. You wanted the ground to just swallow you whole at this point.
"Okay, well maybe you can forget you saw me here? I'm kind of in the middle of a conversation." Joe snapped, his voice holding no emotion, but his words were painful all on their own. Cheryl finally looked towards you and you could tell she genuinely didn't notice you. No one ever did really.
"S-Sorry. See you around." She stuttered, leaving the table with a flush of embarrassment on her face.
"You didn't have to be so rude." You whispered, your (E/C) eyes looking back at Joe's blue ones.
"I have no desire to converse with people I don't care about." He answered simply.
But here he is talking to you.
You internally squealed a bit but your whole body felt a rush of anxiety. Why? Why you? Was this some kind of bet? Was he just trying to prove he could really have any girl he wants? You mentally cursed your biology teacher for ever making Joseph your lab partner. Part of you missed when you were a nobody to him.
"Will you just stop making me play this game with you? I know you like me too, (Y/N)." Joe frowned, crossing his arms on the table. How could he knew what you felt when you didn't even know? Your mouth fluttered open and closed like a fish out of water as you tried to find words to fire back at him.
"I-I...this isn't some game we're playing Joseph...these are my feelings." You stuttered, voice a little louder than it had been during the entire conversation. Joe nodded and pushed some hair away from his face. You looked away from him, heat rushing to your face.
"And you think because I've been known to give less of a fuck about other people's feelings I don't care about yours. Fair conclusion, but you failed to factor in the fact that I'm putting in all this time and energy to get to know you." Your head snapped back towards Joe and found his eyes already trained onto your face with an intensity you'd never seen before.
"Wh-What?" You stammered.
"I'm not gonna sit here and pretend that I care about everyone, because I don't. That's never been the type of person I am and I don't intend on that being who I will ever be. I care about certain people and the rest can fuck off. You are one of the people I care about, (Y/N)." Your brain was jumbled with thoughts and theories as your heart raced in your chest. It felt as if you were drowning in your thoughts when one clear question broke free from the confusion and tumbled from your lips,
"Why?"
Joe watched as your lip (and basically your entire frame) trembled. A small, rare smile graced his face as he reached across the table to grab your shaking hand.
"I've learned that life is a big ole' shitshow. Not everything has a reason, but I just know that I want to know more about you (Y/N) (L/N) and..." Your eyes widened as you saw a sight you never thought you'd see.
Joseph Trohman, notorious fuck boy, blushing
"I want you to be the person who knows everything about me." He confessed. Your hand stopped shaking, followed by your entire body. Your brain calmed and gave up fighting what your heart knew all along: you did like Joe, not only for his looks, but also for the way he treated you. He really did like you and you liked him too.
Nervously, you placed your other hand over his and gulped.
"I guess I'm gonna have to get used to everyone staring at me when I walk down the halls with you." You said softly. Joe smiled a genuine, heart-stopping smile, and reached across the entire table to capture your lips with his. There were a few eyes on you in the small coffee shop, but neither of you could care less.
