Warnings: Mild profanity, Josh is kinda cocky (but in a cute way)

Word Count: 1758

Summary: You bump into an attractive stranger on the street who ends up being a little more than you bargained for.

Author's Note: Ok, not gonna lie to all of you, I've been struggling with writing lately (there will be a post addressing this soon). Don't worry, there's still plenty of exciting content coming soon! Also, this song is loosely (and I mean loosely) based on the song Shiver by Amber Run! Enjoy some fall/autumn vibes :)

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Wind whipped against your cheeks as you walked down the leaf-covered sidewalk. It wasn't raining, which you were thankful for, but you would give anything to not be outside at the moment. Thoughts of your comfortable couch and a nice warm blanket clouded your mind, keeping your nearly numb legs moving along the pavement.

You didn't see the man coming until he was right in front of you, leaving you just enough time to make a half-assed attempt at twisting out of the way. Despite your effort, you still bumped straight into the stranger and fell onto the damp pavement. Your cheeks were burning from embarrassment before you had even made eye contact with him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," he said. "I was looking at my phone and didn't even see you coming - here, let me help you out."

He held out a hand which you gladly accepted. You could just see the lines and colors of a tattoo on the skin that peeked out from beneath his jacket sleeve.

"You weren't the only one not paying attention," you answered with a laugh.

The stranger turned out to be one of the most attractive people that you had ever had the pleasure of bumping into. Dark hair was just visible beneath his hoodie and his face was covered with just the right amount of scruff. Not to mention that you had always been a sucker for guys with glasses.

"Yeah, but I didn't end up ass-first on the pavement."

"You've got me there," you sighed, trying to ignore how damp the back of your pants felt.

"What do you say I buy you a coffee to make up for it? There's a little place called Starbucks that I know of only a couple blocks from here. If you aren't busy, that is," he said, pushing his hands further into his pockets.

"You're not from around here, are you?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That obvious?" he sighed, his shoulders dropping.

"Anyone whose best offer is Starbucks after knocking someone to the ground definitely doesn't know the best local coffee shops."

"Ok, new offer. You show me your favorite local coffee shop and we get to know each other over some coffee?" he bit down on his lip and raised his eyebrows in question.

How were you supposed to resist that?

"Sure, I've got some time to kill," you smiled.

"Great," he said, falling into step with you. "Josh, by the way."

"Y/N. So, Josh, what brings you to this city?"

"I'm a musician, actually."

You nodded. He didn't look familiar, so you brushed it off assuming that he was some up-and-comer traveling the country in search of his big break.

"Do you play any instruments?"

"I'm a drummer, mostly. Although I can play a mean trumpet."

"Multi-talented, huh?" you smiled. "Might need you to play some music for me sometime so you can prove it."

You shifted slightly so that you could nudge his shoulder with your own in a vain attempt at flirting. He seemed to receive it well, bumping back into you slightly.

"You better watch out or your ass is going to end up back on that pavement," he laughed.

"Hey, you need to make up for the first time before you go knocking me over again!"

"Speaking of which, how far away is this coffee shop of yours?"

"Just a couple more blocks. It's right near the arena."

Josh nodded, although you weren't entirely sure that he knew what you were talking about.

"How long have you lived here?" he asked.

"All my life. I've never really had the desire to leave, I guess. It just feels like home."

"I can see why," he said, looking up at the orange trees overhead. "It's a nice city."

"You thought Starbucks was the best coffee it had to offer!" you laughed.

"Hey, I said it's nice. I didn't say I know everything about it."

"Whatever," you rolled your eyes. "We're here."

Josh quickly stepped forward so that he could open the door for you. You smiled and thanked him for being such a gentleman.

"What do you recommend?" he asked, looking up at the chalk covered menu on the wall.

"Literally anything. It's all amazing."

You were trying not to trip over your words, but with Josh standing so close to you it was hard not to become hyper focused on the body heat radiating off of him. It was tempting to just reach out and touch those beautiful hands of his. Drummer, was it?

"Alright, I'm ready," he said with a smile, walking off towards the cashier.

"Me too," you said, snapping back into reality.

A few people gave you odd looks as you and Josh took a seat near the window. It seemed a bit weird, but hey, maybe he was a bigger musician than you realized. Just because you had no idea who he was didn't mean that other people wouldn't.

"So, Y/N, what do you think of our date so far?" he smiled.

You could basically feel yourself melting under his gaze. How was it that you had somehow managed to literally bump into one of the most attractive people on the planet?

"I think that you're very fun to spend time with," you answered.

"That's it?"

"Ok, so maybe you're fun to look at too," you giggled, immediately hiding your face. It wasn't like you to be forward, but there was just something about Josh.

"I could say all the same about you, too."

You peeked at Josh through your fingers. He was looking at you with raised eyebrows and the hint of a smirk. Slowly, you put your hands back into your lap

"Sorry, it's been awhile since I've been on a date. Longer still since it was with someone I was this interested in."

"So you're saying you're interested in me?" his smirk grew.

"I - well - yeah, was that not obvious?"

"I just wanted to hear you say it."

"Cocky," you muttered, shaking your head.

Josh only laughed at this, but quickly became distracted by the barista arriving with your drinks. He set your mugs down in front of you with a smile before quickly walking off.

"If this isn't as good as you claim it is, I'm making you pay me back," Josh joked.

"Hey! Then you just have to find a different way to make up for knocking me over."

"I could easily do that."

You smiled and took a moment to look out the window. The sign outside the arena was flashing different signs for bands that were playing in the upcoming weeks. You watched as it continued its rotation, hoping that someone you liked would be playing there soon.

You nearly spit coffee all over the table as an all too familiar face flashed on the screen. This, of course, caused Josh to turn to see what it was that you were looking at.

"I was wondering when you'd find out," he laughed, turning back to you.

"You're playing a sold out show at the arena?" you asked, bringing your voice down to a near whisper. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I told you I was a musician," he shrugged.

"Lots of people call themselves musicians! Not everyone is a musician who plays sold out shows with over ten thousand people!"

"Surprise?" he smiled innocently.

You shook your head, hardly believing what you were hearing, "And here you were giving me shit about paying you if you didn't like the coffee."

"Which is fantastic, by the way," he said, taking another sip.

You smiled, glad that he was still acting just as much like an idiot as before you knew that he was famous. Now all you had to do was try and keep your cool - or at least, as much cool as you had before, if any - around him.

"Better than Starbucks, right?"

"Easily," he said.

"Now you have a reason to come back and see me, since I'm assuming you'll be gone tomorrow."

"Trust me, I had plenty of reason to come back before we got to the coffee shop."

You bit down on your lip to try and hide your smile.

The two of you ended up sitting in the coffee shop for what most have been close to two hours, just talking about life. You learned lots of stories about going on tour while Josh heard all about your completely average day to day life. There were numerous times that you had to stop yourself from completely tuning out and just admiring his face, although he didn't really seem to mind.

When the two of you eventually had to leave--Josh did have a sold out show to play that night--he offered to walk you home. Figuring it was better than walking alone, you gladly accepted this offer.

"This is it," you said, holding a hand out to your plain apartment building.

"It's nice," he said, looking up at it.

"Yeah, right. I've seen nice apartments and this is not one of them," you sighed.

"It could be worse."

"Yeah."

"So, when do I get to see you again?" he smiled.

"I don't think I'm going to be the one with the scheduling conflicts," you laughed.

"My people will be in touch with your people, then," he winked.

"Josh, I don't have people."

"Wow, not being famous must be so hard."

You rolled your eyes and laughed, "Whatever. Don't you have a show to go play?"

He took a step closer to you so that there was no more than a foot of space between you, "Well I was hoping that maybe I could get a kiss before I left."

"I'm not one for kissing on the first date," you giggled, although the offer was tempting.

"For good luck?"

You sighed, "I can't argue with that."

He wrapped a hand behind your neck and pulled you into a kiss in one swift motion. You placed a hand on his chest, although that was more to steal his body heat than anything.

"Wow," he said, finally pulling away. "There's no way tonight can go wrong after that."

"Shut up," you laughed.

"I'll see you soon, alright?"

"I'm holding you to that."

He smiled and gave you a quick wave before taking off at a jog down the sidewalk. You turned and walked inside your warm apartment building, unable to keep the smile off of your face.

Maybe ending up ass-first on the pavement wasn't such a bad thing, after all.