Just Dun

Coffee 9:52

The lines were flowing down the store and seemed never ending. My hair was tangled up in a teal nest, and honestly I didn't care. My glasses kept fogging up with the heat of everyone's breath and body inside the café. So much for being early. A huge commotion began rumbling from behind me. I turned around only to see a crowd of anxious teenagers. Gees they must have brought back the pumpkin spic latte again. I turned back to the front, contemplating what drink I should let burn the back of my throat. I was never good at being patient enough to wait for the coffee to cool. Step by step, my turn to order was coming. The screaming was still continuing and began piercing my ears. I turned back around, feeling my face grow hot and red with anger. It is too early for this. Suddenly I see a guy with some sort of light pink dyed death hawk. His face was blocked by a phone in the motion of taking a selfie with him. Wow he looks like- The girl holding the phone moved. It's- It's JOSH DUN. The air in my lungs escapes, my heart begins to bang in my chest like a lunatic prisoner.
"May I help the next customer", the cashier calls.
It was finally my turn.
"Yes, uhm, good morning", I scramble to try and comb down my hair as best as I could before Josh would look.
"Good morning, how can I help you?"
"Can I please have a green tea, hot, with a banana muffin?", my hands began to shake as I pulled out my wallet.
"Alright, that will be-", the cashier stopped and was looking behind me.
I hesitate but turn to see Josh standing behind me.
"Make that two, minus the banana muffin, never cared for bananas, make it chocolate chip", he said as he smiled and handed over his card.
"I never cared for being in big groups and socializing but here i am", I awkwardly pulled back my growing forest of bangs as I tried not to seem starstruck.
Why did you say that now he's gonna think your anti-social.
Josh softly laughed,"You're funny, I like your hair. It reminds me of a pet fish I used to have, it died".
"Well at least we have something in common, we're both dead", I began to put my wallet away. My hands trembled, I gripped the sides of my jean seams.
STOP MAKING DEPRESSING JOKES.
He smiled again,"I always had a thing for exotic girls".
My heart began thumping harder and my blood rushed through my body, fast like a rushing river, but boiling like lava.
Josh was handed back the card and we moved over to the "Pick Up" area of the counter.
"Hey, uhm thanks for buying me the drink, you didn't have too", I replied with a smile. My hands began to sweat and I casually wiped them on my jeans.
"By the way I'm Nyx", I held out my hand, my fingers covered in hair dye stains from the night before.
"You're welcome Nyx, I'm Josh, Josh Dun", he gripped my hand. I felt woozy and didn't know if it was because of the hunger or because an angel just touched my hand.
"Two green teas and two muffins", the worker called out as he set our order on a tray. He looked up and a huge smile grew on his face.
"Hey, you're Josh Dun! I love your work man, keep doing what you do"
Josh began to blush," Thanks man, you too". He grabbed the tray and looked over at me.
"Where shall we sit dead girl, your pick", he smirked. His arms held out the tray and I couldn't help but imagine him holding me.
"I saw a table near a window, no one ever really sits their but me", I pointed over to a tall wooden table with high metal chairs. It was soaked in the early sun which was a must in this cold weather.
As we walked over, millions of thoughts flushed into my head like a bad hurricane. I didn't want any silence between us, but I didn't want to sound too pushy. He placed the tray on the four foot tall table and with ease and grace, sat down. I, being merely five feet and two inches tall, hopped up onto the seat.
"So you're the local dead girl I was reading about in the news right?", Josh expressed with a smile as he pulled his cup of tea towards himself.
"Yes, and you're the drummer of twenty two helicopter captains correct?", I smiled slightly as I grabbed my muffin.
He pulled the mug towards his lips and stopped to smile before he blew slightly onto the drink. His flannel shirt matched the darkened walls, he almost camouflaged excluding his bright pink hair.
"The jokes never stop hu", his lips caressed the edges of the cup.
"I'm kidding", I drink a bit of my tea. It cooked the back of my throat. Fuck. I put down the mug in the most calm matter I could manage.
"You're the drummer for Twenty One Pilots", I rearrange my glasses. Why didn't I wear my contacts. I should always wear my contacts in public.
"Oh so you have heard of me, cool, I almost thought you weren't into good music. Since obviously you aren't into good muffins.", he plucked off a piece of his muffin and put it in his grinning mouth.
"Yes, I have a very exquisite taste in music I believe, and an excellent taste in healthy eating habits", I say sarcastically in a british accent. I sit up straight and lightly fluff my hair.
Josh glares at me. His soft brown eyes observing my every move. How can one human being, seem so beautiful. He crosses his arms. For a moment everyone in the cafe faded. I was mesmerized by him. Can I just live in this moment forever. Abruptly the voices in the background began to swim themselves back into my ear canal. Anxiously I gripped my mug to take another sip. A white mist began to engulf the bottom rims of my glasses.
"That's cute", Josh whispered.
I looked up, My face flushed red.
"Okay now that's cute", he whipped back his head and laughed.
Make a joke. Make a joke. Make a joke.
"If you like my impersonation of a chameleon, you'll love my impersonation of being a responsible adult", I took off my glasses and used the bottom of my shirt to wipe them.
"I like daring experiences, don't you", his lips curved ever so slightly as his eyes looked me up and down.
"Actually just a couple nights ago-",his phone began to ring. It was Tyler's voice singing.
"I'm so sorry, I have to go, I have practice with Tyler", he stood up.
"Don't be sorry, I probably would have bored you to death anyways", my heart felt like it was being clenched by my anxieties.
"No, of course not. This was fun, you're a very intresting girl. I haven't had tea in forever and I'm glad I could share it with you, by the way-"he began patting his pockets. Josh pulled out his wallet.
"Here is a card, it has my manager's number on it", he pulled out a black card with white numbers.
"I would give you my phone number but due to safety concerns I can't give that to you", his expression changed. He appeared embarrassed.
"Not that I think you'd do something crazy, you seem really nice. It's just we've had issues in the past were fans give out the number and suddenly my phone is all types of crazy. But yeah, just uh, call, tell them you want to speak to me and that you're the dead girl from the café. They'll be sure to put you in contact with me. I believe this first date was a great success, I cant wait till the second one", he winked at me and began to walk away.
I clasp the card against my heart. As Josh walked away, his pink hair bounced and his sneakers made a slight squeaking sound. Soon enough he was lost within the sea of people. I looked at the card. Nothing was on it except ten digits. Ten simple digits. The card was worth nothing. But it felt like I just won the lottery.