Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 448

"Come on, Josh," you huffed, tapping your foot against the pavement.

Your shift had ended ten minutes ago and you had been standing outside since then, waiting for Josh to come pick you up so you could walk over to his house with him. It wasn't like him to be late, and you were beginning to grow impatient.

You spotted a red-haired figure round the corner a couple blocks away. A wave of relief washed over you. Josh hadn't forgotten that he was supposed to pick you up, after all.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," he panted, bending over and resting his hands on his knees. "Forgot I had to walk instead of drive. Came as fast as I could."

"It's alright," you smiled, reaching forward and taking his hand in yours. "You're here now, let's get going."

"Yay, more walking," he said sarcastically.

"You have me now!"

"True, that will make it a lot better."

Josh rubbed your thumb with his own while the two of you walked.

"How was work?"

You shrugged, "Same as usual. The crazy regular didn't come in today, so that was kind of nice."

"The crazy regular?"

"Yeah! You know, the one who always orders something different but gets as many different ingredients as possible, then loudly gives a review to the entire café?"

"Right, that guy."

"Exactly. How was your day?"

"Good! I practiced drums for awhile, FaceTimed Tyler for a little bit, did some other stuff."

"How's Ty?"

"He's doing good. I think he's coming to visit in a week or so."

"I want to see him!" you said.

"You definitely will. He's going to be in town for awhile."

"Good, it feels like forever since I last saw him."

You began to idly swing your hand back and forth, which in turn caused Josh's arm to swing back and forth as well. This caused him to start laughing.

"What?" you smiled.

"It's just funny when you swing your arm back and forth."

"Would you prefer I do this?" you asked.

You began to dance on the sidewalk, bringing Josh's arm along with you. This only caused him to laugh harder.

"I'm not sure what I prefer, honestly."

"I'd rather not be dancing on the sidewalk," you blushed, noticing the stares of a few bystanders.

"I thought it was great. Ten out of ten performance."

"Thanks, Josh."

You walked closed to Josh so that you could rest your head on his shoulder. He began to tap on the back of your hand with his fingers, something that he often did.

"You should come pick me up from work more often," you said. "This is really nice."

Josh smiled, "Yeah, it is."