//JOSH\\

I open my eyes, being careful not to wake Debby as I slide out of bed. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. It reminds me of a sleeping kitten. I listen to her breathe, her breath sounding like her voice; adorably high. It's just a whisper, but it's enough to make me smile. It's enough to make my heart beat faster by the second. I love her. I love her so much. I love her to the point it hurts, and I don't think I'll ever stop. "How am I so lucky to have you?" I whisper to himself.

"I ask the same thing everyday," she yawns, her voice groggy. She sits up, stretching, before she stands, flattening her white tank top. She wipes sleep from her eyes and slowly strolls in my direction. She wraps her arm around my neck, before kissing my cheek and ruffling my hair. "Morning, Joshy."

"Morning, Deb." My heart rate escalates, making my breath hitch as she leans her head onto my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her, her long, blonde hair tickles my bicep. She doesn't know what she does to me. I even have a hard time explaining it. But it's something amazing. I guess it's a feeling of elation, and excitement. She makes every fiber of my body fire up with happiness. I've fallen into the ocean of love, and I'm stuck with her in the bottom of the deepest trench.

She traces my jawline with her finger, smiling as goosebumps rise on my skin. "I know you too well, don't I?" Her voice is scratchy, and as said before, adorably high. She presses s kiss to my cheek before whispering, "What do you want for breakfast, sweetie?"

"Surprise me," I smile. I don't let go of her until she shifts out of my grip. I give her a small pout, making her laugh, her eyes wrinkling on the outside. I bite my lip at the sound, and I can't suppress a chuckle, myself.

"You're so needy, Dun," she grins. Her laugh turns to a quiet coo. "And I find it extremely adorable." She pecks my cheek, before tiptoeing out of the room, and heading downstairs. I follow her, watching as she pulls a pan from the cabinet. She digs in the fridge, pulling out eggs, cheese, and ham. "Omelettes."

"You think you can beat Tyler's omelettes?" I ask, a small giggle rumbling in my throat. I lean against the wall, the metal door frame chilling my skin. My breath hitches as she gives me a challenging, amused look.

"Pretty hard, but I can probably pull it off." She cracks three eggs in a pan, being sure to break the yolks as she pushes them around a little. She sprinkles some cheese on the slightly rare side of the eggs, followed by some torn up ham. She folds one side over, and let's it cook for a few seconds, before flipping it.

I drag my feet as I walk into the kitchen, sealing behind her and stealing a bite of ham. "Oops," I mumble. I wrap my arms around her, feeling her inhale and exhale in her lungs. "Wanna know a secret?" I whisper in her ear, a smile covering most of my face at this point.

She flips the eggs into a plate, before turning her head and kissing my forehead. "Shoot," she says, making my smile grow wider, if possible.

I lean in, kissing her cheek. My mouth finds its way close to her ear. "I love you," I mutter, watching the goosebumps rise on her skin. I know how to mess with her, and I find it extremely fun to do, because it makes us both happy.

"Is that so, Josh?" She turns around, and flicks my temple. "Tough love, you little frick." This time, when she laughs, it really doesn't sound like a giggle, it's more of a cackle, because she's laughing so hard.

"Tough love? Sad face," I say, my vision getting dark, because my cheeks are being pushed up so high, by my smile. at this point I'm remembering how we first met. That was one of the the best days of my life.

I grab a few apples and stuff them in the plastic bag, mesmerized by the shininess of the fruit. I slowly walk over to the vegetables, opening a separate bag, and stuffing some cucumbers into it. I feel a little pressure on my shoulder, making me turn my head to see a girl. A beanie covers her head, and she's wearing a dark blue jacket. Her hair is red, and her nails are painted black.

"Sorry," she says, biting her lip. "Didn't mean to bump into you." She looks up, her eyes sparkling. She's astonishing.

"Nah, it's totally cool," I respond after a few seconds. I mite my lip as I put the cucumbers in the basket, smiling as I see her pick one up. She places it in a bag before her head snaps up and she squints at me.

"I knew I've seen you before. You're Josh Dun." She gasps, making me smile. I'm used to people recognizing me, but this time it seemed like when Twenty Øne Pilots was just a a little garage band, and someone recognized us.

"The one and only. I've seen you before, too. Give me a second." I rack my brain for any way I could recognize her. "Ah, hello, Ms. Ryan." I mock an old Englishman.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dun." She plays along, which surprises me, considering no one really ever does that. "Big fan."

"Same to you," I laugh, shifting from my heels to my toes. "Kinda nice to know you like our music. Tyler'd laugh."

"Well, you're not Tyler," she points out, making me smile. Her lips curve into a little smile, making me grin as well.

"Nope, I most certainly am not." After I say that, there's a few moments of awkward silence, making me desperately want to say something, but I don't know what. I say the only thing that comes to mind. "Would you maybe... wanna get coffee or something sometime?"

"Joshua Dun, are you asking me out?" she asks in exaggerated surprise. Her cheeks flush a dark shade of red, as she gives me a little smile.

"Uh, yeah. I think I am," I chuckle, my hands shaking at my sides. "If you want." I run a hand through my hair, biting my lip nervously.

She pulls a slip of paper from her pocket, writing something on it, before placing it in my hand. "I'd love to."

"Earth to Josh!" Debby snaps her fingers in front of my face. "Flashback again?" She asks, passing me a plate.

"I can't help it. I was so awkward and nervous and you were just so... Adorable. And now we have a thing with cucumbers-"

She cuts me off by planting a kiss on my lips. I feel her lips curl into a smile as she pulls away. "Shut up."

Nobody thinks what you think.
No one
Empathy might be on the brink
Of extinction

They will play a game and say
They know what you're going through,
And I will try to come up with an artistic way to say

They don't know you
And neither do I
So here's a prime example
Of a stand up guy

Who hates what he believes
And loves it at the same time
Here's my brother and his heads screwed up,
But that's alright.

--a/n--

ROLEPLAY INSPIRED BACKSTORY YoursTrulyTheElement

THE SONG REALLY GAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS STORY BUT I LOVE KITCHEN SINK SO MUCH

It's so good.

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WHY
DID
YOU
HAVE
TO
BREAK
UP?????

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-Emily aka foblvr