Josh Dun Imagines And Preferences ?

Josh's point of view

I don't know
Where I am supposed to go
So I might just
Take my pride and go

"Jenna, I keep on telling you; I'm not going to meet her!"
"C'mon, dude, she sounds nice," my best friend, Tyler, says, trying to convince me. His wife, Jenna, nods.
"I've met her, she's really cool. She'll understand."
"No she won't," I grumble. I take a sip of my French coffee, then get up from the table, taking the coffee, and half listening to Tyler and Jenna's conversation.
"Josh, c-"
"Let's leave him for a while, Ty. He'll come around. It's hard for him."
"It's been 6 months, Jen, I thought-"
Their words disappear as I move away from the cafe.

Some people, they know, know everything
But I know that they don't know my heart

What do they know about what happened? It's my life; I can avoid falling in love, can't I? It could be easy. I could make myself closed up. What a great-
"Aw, crap, I'm sorry," I hear a voice say. I then feel a hot substance on my t-shirt; my coffee's spilt on me. I look at the person who the voice belongs to. It's a girl; she can't be much older than Jenna, and she's got bright blue hair, a red beanie, ripped black jeans, boots and an I Want To Believe top.
"Hey, are you Josh? I remember Jenna telling me about you." I frown.
"I'm not Josh; that's another guy. Sorry to disappoint you." I walk off, but she calls after me:
"Sorry about your shirt."
I don't reply, and continue walking, although my heart is racing in my chest.
Is this what falling in love feels like? Love; it's a scary thing. It's trusting someone with everything that you have, and they could decide to crush it at any moment.
I can't go through it again.