*JOSH DUN VERSION*
You seemingly manage to hit it off with an online gaming friend under the username SentimentalRental, and as it turns out it's Joshua Dun - the drummer in your die hard favorite band, Twenty ?ne Pil?ts.
"I'm not sentimental. This...
"I'm ready if you are," he says, gesturing to the door.
"Yep, let's go" you say after throwing away your trash and making your way to Noah's car.
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The time was almost 1 a.m. and the only people left were you and Josh. Noah went home to go to sleep and Ben and Alex had been AFK for over two hours. This was the first time it had only been you both in the Discord, so you tried your best to make small talk and learn more about your newest addition to the online-gaming-buddies-club.
"So..." you say, trying to find something to talk about.
"So." Josh replies.
"Wanna play 20 questions?" you ask.
"20 questions? I assume that's where we ask one another...20 questions?" he says.
"You're a real thinker you know that, Josh?" you say while laughing lightly.
Josh laughs as well before saying, "you know thanks! I try really hard."
"Hey anytime. Yes, though, it's just where we ask questions. I play it with my friends when we're bored. Gives us something to talk about and we learn more about the other." you say.
"Doesn't seem like too bad of a thing. After all we could just be sitting here in silence and having it be awkward" he jokes.
AND NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE you think to yourself. Stop it. Bad Y/N. We're not supposed to think about the band who shall not be named when with Josh.
"Right? Okay, I'll go first. Would you rather have no kneecaps or no elbows?" you ask.
"Here's the thing. If I didn't have any knees, I'd be considered a freak" he starts.
"Okay..." you add.
"Same with the no elbows but I would rather be able to eat food, and I would just eat a ton of it 'cause I love food and I love to eat so I'd probably go with no knees so that I can eat food," he decides.
"Alright, alright. I respect that," you reply.
"Let's see, now it's my turn..." he trails off. "Uh...what's your favorite color?" he asks.
"Oohh, [your favorite color]" you say.
"Nice, I think I've had my hair that color before," Josh says.
Your tone was almost too excited before asking, "Oh really? You should send me a picture!"
Oh shit...what the hell do I say? Josh thinks.
"I don't think I have a photo of it actually," he lies.
"Aw...bummer," you say.
Josh felt a small wave of relief come over him from you not prodding at him sending photos of himself. You both didn't know what the other looked like, and Josh wanted to keep it that way. It wasn't like he could post a photo after all without anyone immediately knowing who he was. He feared exposing who he truly was to you guys, because he didn't want things to change simply because of his status. Being able to talk to friends who didn't care about you being famous or ask of things for you was one of the things he took forgranted before becoming famous with Tyler. He missed that, and didn't want to risk it becoming a problem with us upon discovering he was part of Twenty One Pilots. Josh already felt like he was close to being discovered, so he lied in an attempt to get off for the night to avoid any other conflicting questions.
"Hey, Y/N I'm actually getting kind of tired so I'm gonna head off and go to bed," he states.
"Oh, alright. Good night Josh" you say, feeling guilty for some reason. Did the question I ask seem like too much for him? You knew he had social anxiety after all since Noah had secretly told you.
"Goodnight, Y/N." Josh replied before you both got off your computers and went to sleep for the night.
God damn...can I do anything right? You think to yourself while laying in bed.
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