Y/N's POV

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I faced the arena where the concert was taking place. This was it. I felt my phone shake in my pocket, and pulled it out.

Message Man-One Notification

-silent:

don't talk to josh dun. we have eyes everywhere. enjoy.

I sighed, and put my phone away in my pocket. Today was the one chance I could enjoy myself, without this fucking bitch 'silent' on my ass. Although, in a way, they still were. I gazed down at the ticket in my hand.

(insert arena name here)

Twenty One Pilots

Bandito Tour

8:30 pm

Backstage Pass

Meet and Greet.

(today's date.)

Was there any use in still going to meet Josh, even after the warnings? I pushed that thought to the back of my mind, and walked through the arena doors, letting an easy smile rest on my features. 

Tonight, was my night. 

(okay, i'm going to make up a setlist. don't throw shade for that.)

1. Smithereens

2. Fairly Local

3. Heavydirtysoul

4. Iris

5. Hey Jude (Beatles cover)

6. Nico and The Niners

7. Pet Cheetah

8. Hometown

9. House of Gold

10. Not Today

11. Ride

12. My Blood

13. Jumpsuit

14. Levitate

15. (one time!) Lovely

I grinned at the final option. Lovely. That had been the one song that got me officially into them.

-time skip four hours later, to the final song.-

Finally, Lovely rolled around. I smiled, waiting for the starting beat, even though I knew it would be the final song, and I would have to go back to 'silent's ' hell. 

Never talk to Josh ever again, or tempt fate a little?

I waited for the beat. Suddenly, Josh stepped down from the drum kit and went over to Tyler. I looked at him, my gaze glued on him and his beautiful body. I sighed, knowing that he most likely hated me for leaving him like that. I gazed at him, the silence around me eerily strange. 

Josh whispered in Tyler's ear, and Tyler nodded a few times, before Tyler pulled the mic out and handed it to Josh. I was instantly confused. What would Josh need the mic for? 

Josh pulled his yellow bandanna down, letting him free his lips, to talk. I watched as he caught his breath, rivulets of sweat running down his chest. Of course I fell for Josh-fucking-Dun. Who wouldn't? He held the mic, gasping once before speaking. 

"Y/N L/N, if you're here tonight...just know something. It'd make my heart lighter, and so much easier for me to just say this...

I always did love you, and I always will. Please, don't think I hate you. I've loved you, and I will love you. I don't know why you stopped...but just know I love you. 

No matter what. 

Josh stopped, a lone tear running down his right cheek, along his jawline, to match the one running down my left cheek in response. Dammit, Dun, how could I not meet you? 

How could I not talk to you? 

How could I think I could ever just leave you?

My heart was with yours,

and yours with mine.

Tyler cleared his throat, as he had the mike back. "About time, Joshua!"  Josh smiled weakly, and climbed back to the drum kit, pulling the bandanna back down and picking his drumsticks back up.

I was in a love-stuck daze for the rest of the song, my mind trapped into a swirl of two thoughts.

Rational and Emotional thoughts.

"Go meet him!"

"No, are you stupid, you could get one of your friends or family killed?!" 

That was the rational thing to do, but damn it all to hell.

I had to meet him. 

-after the concert-

I headed backstage, showing my pass to a very stern looking male, and got into the small line of about six people waiting to meet our legends, Tyler and Josh. I looked down. Compared to everyone else here, I looked plain. Tame. 

Two girls were decked out from head to toe in Panic! merch...I would have thought they were at the wrong concert, if not for the yellow lines on their cheeks and a yellow wristband. 

Three girls were standing around, make-up all over their faces. I really didn't know what to think. 

And then there was me. A Trench t-shirt, a pair of ripped black jeans, yellow dots around my eyes (like a spiral around your eyes but don't go on the other side), and two wristbands. I pulled my rat's nest of hair down, and combed it out, making it neat. My earrings were small, yellow TOP symbols, and I had a necklace with FPE written on it. I looked decent enough.

I heard the side door creak open, and carefully positioned myself behind another girl, so they couldn't see me instantly. I heard Tyler's voice. "Okay, guys, can you get in a line? Thank you!" I slipped into the back of line, so I'd have a little more time to...i guess talk to Josh.

-everyone's gone, but you.-

The two girls in front of me left, one crying tears of joy quietly. Josh was signing something, and Tyler signaled me up. I stepped up, and I felt Josh's eyes on me in an instant, focusing on me as if I wasn't real. Tyler leaned back, and sized me up. "Josh." He questioned quietly. "Yeah, Ty?" Josh said, still not taking his eyes off of me. "Is this Y/N?" He nodded, still locked on my gaze. 

Tyler sighed. "Hello, Y/N. I don't know how to feel about meeting you, since you've caused my best fren a lot of pain. But...I think you two should talk in peace. You can come meet me once you two are done." Tyler quietly signaled for Josh to take me outside.

Josh quietly stood up, and looked at me. "Can you...can you follow me?" I nodded, not willing to talk. Josh walked outside, and I followed him to a door that read:

Dressing Room

Josh Dun

-please keep out-

He opened the door, and we both stepped inside. I sat on a soft sofa, looking at Josh, who was on the other end of the sofa. We sat in silence (and here come the comments) for a few minutes, before Josh spoke up.

"I don't know whether to pin you to the couch and kiss you, or to immediately start questioning you." My face went bright red. W-what? I decided...why not? "I'm a fan of the first option, to be honest." I blurted. Josh laughed quietly, and looked away a bit. (the gif, guys.)

(boys and girls, it's what you've been waiting for. A little bit of mature content.)

"I had a feeling you would say that." Before I could react, Josh leapt over to my side of the couch, and pinned me by my wrists to the couch, hovering no more than two feet above me, his lips a breath away from mine. (in this story, he still has the yellow hair. plot device!) He moved a bit closer, and placed his lips on mine gently, as though he was afraid I would break. 

After a few minutes, he pressed his lips to mine a bit rougher, and I responded back with the equal force. I pushed my hands into his soft yellow locks, and entangled my hands through it. He slipped his hand around my waist, and I smiled. I felt Josh smile softly against the kiss, and I decided it right then and there.

Damn the rules.

Damn the consequences.

I would save my friends, from 'silent'.

I would be with Josh, no matter what happened...

He would be at my side.

We would make it through.

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i'm back, bitches.

okay, but for real, you guys better be happy with this. my hands hurt. this is the longest chapter i've ever published in this book.

i hope you're s a t i s f i e d.

~L

(1308 words.)