-Your P.O.V-

With a smile, I turn around to immediately encounter my fiancée. "Oh!"

Josh seems a bit taken aback as well, he chuckles. "Hey there. I'm glad I caught you actually, can we talk?" I slowly nod, a bit confused.

Why does that question always make me so nervous?

-Karma's P.O.V-

"I'm just gonna text her! No big deal."

"Wow, that's a great idea that I've been saying for the past five minutes now." G rolls his eyes, annoyed.

The past few minutes, I've been a little hesitant on messaging Delilah about (Y/N)'s idea.

Maybe I really do like her...

"Oh, you think?" Grayson replies to what I was thinking.

"Wait, did I say that out loud?"

Grayson erupts in giggles. "Yeah, dummy."

I ignore him and start typing out a text.

"hey, what are u doing rn?"

About thirty seconds later, my phone vibrates. I take a deep breath.

"not much, just at home. wbu?"

My heart beat starts to pace faster.

"u should come over to josh's! we're all just hanging out." I reply, talking about the rest of the usual crew.

"okay :-)"

A SMILEY FACE. Oh my gosh, she's actually coming over.

"oh, and bring ur bass ;-)" I send.

WAIT, Why did I put a winky face? KARMA, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

"uh alright! lol why?"

"Let it be a surprise so she doesn't get nervous-"

"GRAYSON, oh my god. You scared me." I jump hearing my twin directly behind me. "Have you been reading my texts over my shoulder this whole time?"

Grayson plasters a sly grin across his face. "...Possibly."

I punch his arm.

"Damn, sorry." He half-apologizes, rubbing his arm.

I quickly type out a response.

"you'll see!"

-Your P.O.V-

Please don't be anything bad, please don't be anything bad.

With everything going on with Broken Castle, I don't think I can handle anything else.

I push away my feelings and force a grin for Josh as we both enter the kitchen.

I sit on the island placed in the middle of the room, crossing my legs. Josh puts his hands on my knees and looks up at me with glimmering eyes.

"Hey." He simply states.

Immediately, it seems all my problems melt away with just his presence.

I sure do love this boy.

"Hi," I reply, staring back.

"So, I just got off the phone with Tyler." He pats my knee and sits beside me on the countertop.

"Oh, how's he doing? How's Ohio?" I ask, becoming interested.

I haven't heard from Ty since he left back to his and Josh's hometown to work on their upcoming album.

"Good! Good. We chatted a bit about the album and the sort of direction we wanna take with it and what not." Josh nods, answering my question.

"Hmm, any secrets you can share with your lovely finacée?" I nuzzle my head into his, smiling.

I'm still a major twenty one pilots fan at heart, I honestly can't wait for this new era.

Josh giggles, blushing. "Well, there is something I can share..."

I pop my head up with delight. "Yay!" I beam.

Josh delicately places my hand in his. "So, you know how I told you a bit about this "Trench" place Tyler's come up with?"

"Oh, yeah?" I recall back to when Josh was filling me in about Tyler's ideas a few days ago.

"Well, he's got this idea for "Trench" to be set in Iceland." He says, smiling.

"Iceland? That's really cool!" I smile. "What's Iceland like? I've never been."

Josh laughs, shaking his head. "Well, you'll find out." He mumbles.

I tilt my head to the left. "Huh?"

"You're coming with me."

My eyes grow large.

"Wait, what!?" I yell.

"Not only that..." Josh holds up a finger as a signal for me to pause my excitement for just a second.

"What do you say about...an Iceland wedding?"

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A/N: hey!

how is ur february goin? i got a second job & school is kicking my ass!

oh well, at least i got this chapter out! and i'm starting to get real inspired with writing again, (also i wanna post more imagines! u should go check out my "twenty one pilots imagines" story on my profile & comment requests pretty pls)

OH YEAH, WEDDINGS. ICELAND. DELILAH.

- how do you think delilah's audition will go? u want her apart of broken castle?

- so...how DO you feel about an iceland wedding?

lemme know, i'll ttyl.

stay rad, homies.

-b

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