imagines

josh dun: stadium

You sit in the middle of an empty stadium, wondering why you're here and how you got here. You look around, but all you see are empty chairs and large speakers. Is there a concert? What is this? You thought. You stare at the vacant stage absentmindedly, barely noticing the guy walking towards you. The guy starts to open his mouth when you suddenly grab his hand. What did I just do? You thought once again. It's like you aren't in control of your body, like someone is messing with your head and you couldn't think properly. 

"Miss, are you okay?" You start to wonder who this guy with the raspy voice is. Suddenly, your vision became clear and you take a closer look at the guy standing in front of you; clearly confused. You first notice his bright red hair, standing everywhere on top of his head. Once again, he says, "Do you need help? Are you lost?" But, you didn't answer him. You continue to look at his features. You notice a ring attached to his nose and his arms filled with tattoos. Who is this man? You wonder.

"Are you a fan?" He asks. A fan? You ponder in confusion. 

"I'm not a fan," Finally, you answer, "I'm a person." The guy with red hair laughs. You stare at him in awe. You notice how his eyes closes when he laughs and how his nose wrinkles. 

"What's your name?" He asks, "I'm Josh." 

"Y/N," You answer. He starts to pick you up from the ground you're sitting on and onto a chair. You start to panic, "What are you doing?" 

"Calm down, y/n. I'm just trying to help you," The guy, Josh, tries to grab your arm to help you calm down, "You're clearly lost. You're in a stadium. We're doing a concert here." 

"Concert? Are you... famous?" You whisper and he laughs. Again, you are fascinated by how genuine his smiles are. You aren't used to seeing people with genuine smiles. In fact, you aren't used to seeing people at all.

"I like to think so," He laughs again, "I'm in a band. It's called Twenty One Pilots." You look at him in amazement. 

"I listen to your band," You muttered. He starts to get excited, like a child on Christmas morning. 

"Really?" Josh smiles. All of a sudden, another guy wearing a black shirt with flowers on it calls him. You notice how he has three lines on his arm and a sunglasses that is sitting on top of his head. 

"Josh! Call time!" He screams from the stage. 

"That's Tyler. Well, I need to go now, but you're always welcome backstage," He implied, but you look at him in confusion. He adds, "Or, you can stay here. Whatever you like." 

You didn't respond, only nodded. You decide to stay in your seat. Minutes passed, you start to notice a crowd of people entering the venue and the stadium that was once empty became jam packed. Lights began to die and a voice from the two large speakers echoes. 

"Josh," You whisper to yourself. You stand up like everyone is doing and look at Josh. Am I going crazy or is he pointing at me? You thought. Your eyes widen when you realize he is pointing at you. Your heart starts to beat faster than normal and your fingers tremble. 

"This song goes out to a new friend," He smiles, "Y/N!" 

Guns For Hands starts playing and for the first time in forever, you smile; a real one.