Josh Dun X Reader

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The new kid at school. He stood in the aisle looking down at me. I removed my headphones and looked up at him.

"Could I sit here?" He asked. It wasn't that I didn't like him, I just wanted to sit alone. But because I couldn't say no, I moved my legs down onto the ground, giving him room to sit down, as I put my headphones back on, hoping for the bus to just get home. I stared out the window looking at the snow that started falling. It was beautiful. I didn't want to be here. It made me feel a little claustrophobic, but I looked back at him anyways. He was leaning over his chest looking at the bus floor. I leaned over trying to look at his face, but he turned away from me.

"Are you okay?" I quickly took off my headphones putting them to the side. He shook his head and continued to stay face down. I may be angry but I could understand the overwhelming pressure of life. I've had my own difficulties before. Which made me worry about him. What had happened to him? I mean he had only been here for a week so I don't understand. I didn't even know his name but I knew I had to help him. His name, wait. It couldn't be. Josh. Please don't. It had to be him.

Today I saw a locker that had been decorated stickers that said terrible things. There were too many sticky notes to count. Most of them said that Josh should kill himself. Could this be Josh?

"Hey, it's Josh, right? You can talk to me. I won't hurt you." He looked up at me slowly. His face was bright red. He had been crying. He put on a smile, which I quickly knew was fake.

"Yeah, it's Josh. Sorry, I'm okay." I looked at him with a concerned look. He wasn't okay.

"No, you're not. Please, don't lie, I want to help." He looked at me with a startled look like he was shocked that I had said that, but he quickly put on a straight face.

"Not here. I will, just not here." I understood. I looked out the window to see where we were, realizing that we were almost at my stop. I could talk to him at my house.

"My parents aren't home, how about there," He smiled a little, understanding my thoughts. I wiped off his tears from his face and grabbed my backpack and phone. The bus finally rolled to a stop as Josh and I walked up to the front of the bus. I was home.