It Goes There // Josh Dun + Twenty One Pilots

twenty-one // personal insane asylum

As the began to pull out the driveway, I already had a feeling that Josh was going to get an earful.

--Chicago's P.O.V--

"Do we need to talk about what happened at the mall?" I asked Josh as he plopped himself down onto his couch. Since Summer wasn't expecting me to be back home until later, we just went back to Josh's house. We had only been back for five minutes and Josh was already acting like he wanted me to leave.

I leaned against the doorway, my arms crossed. He stayed silent, not even glancing in my direction. I sighed.

"Don't ignore me, Joshua. We need to talk about the kiss sooner or later. There's no way in the world I will be able to look at Garrett without blurting out what happened between us."

Josh shrugged. "What do you want me to say, Chicago? That what I did was a mistake? In my eyes, it wasn't."

I stepped forward into his living room, leaning my hands against the arm of the couch. "Joshua, you know I'm in a relationship. Whether you like me or not, I can't return your feelings. I love Garrett."

Josh rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, Chicago. Let's pretend this didn't happen and go on with our lives, shall we?"

"Do not give me attitude, Joshua Dun," I responded, sitting down on the couch, stretching my feet out and trying to rest them on Josh's lap. He shoved them away. "Honestly, Josh, relax. What is your problem?"

"My problem is the fact that you can just sit here and say that the kiss we shared didn't mean anything," Josh said to me, and he turned toward me with a frustrated look on his face. "Because I know you have to share something. Anything."

I looked at him and sighed loudly, shaking my head. "You're not listening to me, Joshua," I told him. "I have a boyfriend! I cheated on Garrett with you, who the hell does that?"

Josh looked at me for a while, and I was a bit curious as to why he was being so quiet. He usually always had something to say. In less than a few seconds, I felt my head hit the couch and my back right after, and lips were against mine. The same ones that had been on them less than an hour ago.

Josh was practically hovering over me, and I put my hands on his chest to try and push him away, but I found my strength weakening. Because his lips on mine was actually a really good feeling, something I didn't really want to admit to myself or to anyone else.

His hand found its way behind my head, tilting it up for easier access. My arms locked around his neck, pulling his body closer to mine.

I honestly didn't know what I was doing. My mind seemed to be in a blur, but it was screaming at me to push Josh away. It was screaming at me that everything I was doing was completely wrong. And it was right, but instead of listening, I ignored it.

As Josh's lips trailed down to my neck, I let out a groan that I wish I could have kept quiet. My response caused Josh to think that I was perfectly fine with what was happening between us and I would be lying if I said that it didn't feel good. However, I couldn't stop thinking about Garrett.

This was wrong and shouldn't be happening because I was in a relationship with a wonderful boy that I never wanted to hurt. If I didn't push Josh away, Garrett was going to get hurt, but somehow, I still couldn't find the will to ask Josh to stop. I finally began to come to my senses when he pulled away from me to pull his shirt over his head.