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"Nope," you said adamantly. "Nope, I can't do it. Take me home."

Josh rested one hand on the steering wheel and looked over at you, "What do you mean you can't do it? All you've been talking about for the past week is how excited you were to get your nails professionally done."

"I want to get my nails done, but I just don't know if I can make conversation. You know how bad I am with small talk," you sighed.

"Do you want me to come in and sit with you? That way we can both make conversation together."

"I'm not going to force you you to sit there while I get my nails done. I can just do them myself at home."

"Then I'll get my nails done too," Josh shrugged.

"I'm not going to force you to do that either."

"You aren't. I've wanted to get my nails done for awhile but never got myself to do it. This is the perfect opportunity."

"Really, Josh, you can just take me home."

"Not going to do that," Josh said before getting out of the car.

"Josh," you called after him, but the door had already closed.

You quickly got out of the car and followed after him, but by the time you got inside Josh was already pulling his credit card out and paying for the two of you.

"Josh, you really don't have to-"

"Y/N, I've already paid. You might as well just go and pick out our colors."

"You want me to pick a color for you?"

"Of course, you're the nail expert."

"Ok," you said, trying to conceal the smile on your face.

After spending a decent amount of time debating what nail polishes to pick, you had settled on two colors. For Josh, you had gone with black. Since it was his first time getting his nails done, you didn't want to give him anything too crazy. For yourself, you chose a red to match his current hair color. Black and red also just happened to go along with the current era's color scheme.

You handed the polishes to your respective nail technicians and took a seat next to Josh. He was drumming absentmindedly on his legs while he looked around at the various tools that were laid out on the table in front of him.

"Do you think they'll care that I have a lot of calluses on my hands?" Josh leaned over and asked quietly.

"I don't think so, love," you answered, giving his shoulder a gentle pat.

Josh nodded and sat up straight again. The nail technicians had gotten up and were gathering a few things from around the salon.

"I think that color is going to look really good on you," Josh commented again.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I mean, I obviously like red," he smiled, gesturing to his hair.

"I know. Do you like the color I picked out for you?"

"I do! I think it's going to look really cool."

Josh flipped his hand over and began to examine his nails. They were short and uneven, mostly due to the fact that Josh couldn't keep them long since it got in the way of his drumming. You were curious as to what they would look like when someone actually made them look nice.

Your nail technicians returned, each carrying a handful of supplies. You quickly wiped your clammy palms on your jeans before resting them on the table in front of you. Josh looked over and copied your movements, causing you to smile.

"I'm excited," Josh smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Better since you're here."

Josh smirked, his silent way of gloating that he had come up with another genius idea to help you feel better. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your nail technician. She was currently examining your nails.

"Did you want to keep your nails around this length?" she asked.

"Yes, please," you answered.

"I would ask you the same, but I don't think your nails can get much shorter even if you wanted them to," Josh's nail technician smiled at him.

"I'm a drummer, I can't really have long nails," he laughed.

"Understandable," she smiled as she looked over his hands.

Your attention was drawn back to your own hands as your technician began to rub lotion over your forearms. You relaxed your shoulders a bit, not even realizing that you had been sitting so stiffly.

"Wait, I get an arm massage too?" Josh asked incredulously.

"Yes, love," you smiled. The technicians were laughing quietly to themselves.

"This is amazing! Why haven't we done this before?"

Seeing Josh so in awe of everything that was happening made you love him even more, if that was possible. It was also nice because the technicians were so intrigued by Josh's reactions to everything that you were able to relax and not worry about making forced conversation.

"You wanted this color?" your technician asked, holding up the red that you had picked out.

"Yep," you nodded.

She tapped the polish against her palm a few times before opening it and beginning to paint your nails. You had always liked watching someone paint your nails, there was something oddly calming about it. Next to you, Josh was just as fascinated by the process as you were.

"How are you feeling?" Josh asked, looking over to you.

"Good," you smiled.

"Not nervous?" You shook your head. "Good," he smiled.

Josh went quiet for a little bit, watching as his nails were painted. He made some conversation with his nail technician about the band and his drumming, but avoided mentioning anything too crazy to avoid drawing attention to himself.

"It's really hard to keep my hands still," Josh said quietly to you. "I want to tap my fingers on the table."

"You're going to have to be patient, nail polish takes awhile to dry."

Josh let out a small groan, but you just smiled at him.

Fifteen minutes later, the two of you had beautifully painted nails and were walking out of the nail salon and back to the car. Josh was admiring how his hands looked with the polish on them.

"You know, I think I really like this look."

"I do too," you said. "Thank you for getting your nails done with me, that was really fun."

"Of course, I just want you to be comfortable."

You gasped suddenly, causing Josh to look at you with wide-eyes.

"We should take a picture before we leave," you said sheepishly, noticing the expression on Josh's face.

"Of us or our nails?"

"Our nails," you laughed.

You carefully pulled your phone out of your back pocket and opened the camera. It took a little while for you to get Josh to pose how you wanted him to, but you eventually got a decent picture that you could use for Instagram.

Josh was about to get in the driver's seat of the car when he paused and looked at you, "Maybe you should drive home. If I do, we might end up with nail polish all over the car."

"Good point," you smiled, trading places with Josh.

The rest of your night was spent catching Josh right as he was about to do something that would undoubtedly ruin his nails and watching as he did everything in his power to flaunt his nails while doing basic tasks. Making dinner had been an adventure; every time you asked for an ingredient, Josh would be sure to make his nails very visible as he handed it you. You couldn't be too mad, though, because it meant that you hadn't put him through the torture of getting his nails done for nothing.

"You know, I might have to take you with me to get our nails done more often," you smiled.

"Really?" Josh asked, his face lighting up.

"Yeah, today was really fun."

"I had fun today too," Josh said, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. "Who knows, maybe next time I'll get glitter on my nails."

You sighed, "I've created a monster, haven't I?"

Josh planted a kiss on your cheek, "That you have."