Hi guys! Fair warning there won't be any joshler action until a few chapters into the book but that's all a part of the plot and shit. Please give Reagan and Josh a chance because obviously they break up later in the book. I spent a long time working on her character and I really appreciate her so just because her and Josh are a straight couple doesn't mean you gotta bash 'em! They're actually cute so appreciate it while it lasts please and thank you! :)
(Also you will notice Reagan and Tyler are scarily similar so there's really no difference between them)
"Iero's Ink and Piercings, this is Josh."
"Hi baby."
"Hey, beautiful," Josh smiled into the phone, putting the receiver close to his mouth so he didn't cause a disruption for Frank or the customer he was tattooing. "What's up? Why didn't you just call my cell phone?"
"I tried dumbass you didn't answer," the voice replied.
"Wow, Reagan, I'm offended," Josh smiled into the receiver. "We've been together five years and you still had no idea I was this idiotic? I never went to college for a reason," he reminded his girlfriend.
"Shut up you know I still think you're the smartest person I know," Reagan spoke and he could hear the smile in her voice.
"Hmm you don't know many people though."
"Joshua Dun I know lots of people. I'm a social butterfly," she scoffed.
"Okay, social butterfly," he laughed. "Not that I don't love hearing your voice but why'd you call?"
"I'm about to go on my lunch and I was wondering if you wanted me to stop by and bring you something."
"Sure," Josh shrugged even though he knew she couldn't see him.
"Hey, J," Frank called from his stool. "Speaking of you and your girlfriend are you guys still down to watch the kids Saturday night?"
"Let me double check," Josh replied before speaking into the phone again. "Frank wants to know if we're still watching the kids Saturday night while he and Jamia go out."
"Of course. I'm excited to see them."
"She said yeah," Josh told him.
"Sweet," Frank responded, not looking up.
"Okay I gotta go but I'll see you soon...?" Josh trailed off.
"Mhm. Bye, babe. I love you," Reagan spoke.
"Bye. I love you too," he smiled involuntarily, biting his lip to avoid smiling any wider.
"You guys are cute," the customer spoke from where she laid on the chair, stomach down so Frank could tattoo her upper back.
"Thanks," Josh said, still smiling.
"Shit before I forget," Frank took the tattoo gun off of her skin making her let out a relived sigh. "You have an appointment at one thirty. She said she wanted something illustrative so I set her up with you."
"Can I get a name?" Josh raised his eyebrow, noticing that's the part he left out.
"Nope," he grinned. "It's a surprise."
Josh glanced at the clock, seeing that it was only noon. "What am I supposed to do until then after Reagan leaves?"
"I don't know. We can just fuck around. I can shoot rubber bands at you again," Frank replied, his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration as he traced the cherry blossom tree that was stenciled onto his client's back.
"Fuck off," Josh laughed. "That shit hurt. I am not doing that again. It went through my jeans. Reagan saw the red mark on my thigh and babied me for hours after it."
"You love me," a voice spoke and Josh turned around to see his girlfriend, the face splitting smile returning to his face. She was wearing her scrubs from work and noticed the tiny balloons covering them. He thought she was the cutest thing in the world.
"Guilty as charged," he walked over to her and grabbed the bag of Chipotle from her, wrapping his other arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. "Mmm miss you," he mumbled into it, making her laugh. He pulled back and grinned. "You got here quick."
"I was already on my way when I called," she shrugged. "I wasn't going to take no for an answer."
Josh laughed and shook his head as he walked back over to the desk, Reagan following but standing on the other side of it. He set the bag on the top of it and propped his elbow up next to it, resting his head in his hand. "How has work been?"
"Interesting..." she trailed off. "Some six year old got a cheerio stuck up his nose."
"How do you even— y'know what I don't wanna know," Josh chuckled. He didn't get how Reagan could be a pediatric nurse. Then again, she loved kids so it wasn't shitty for her like it would be if Josh was in her position. He didn't necessarily hate them but he couldn't be around them all day every day.
"What about you?" Her eyes flicked over to the woman laying on the chair still, making conversation with Frank.
"Slow," he replied. "I have an appointment at one thirty though. Frank says it's a surprise," he put up jazz hands making her laugh.
"Have fun with that," she shook her head slightly, the piece of curly hair hanging by her face bouncing in the process. The rest of it was pulled back in a bun and Josh thought she looked adorable. "I gotta get back to work but I'll see you at home. I love you," she smiled softly.
"I love you too," Josh kissed her quickly and she gave him one last smile before walking out.
"You are so god damn whipped," Frank snickered as Josh took his burrito bowl out of the carry out bag.
"Yes indeed, Mr. Iero," Josh agreed letting out a laugh.
"When are you proposing?" He asked, jokingly.
"Dude honestly I might."
Frank instantly took his needle off the customer before looking at Josh with wide eyes. "Are you kidding?"
"I mean we've been together five years and I really love her a lot. I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else. She's my other half," he shrugged. "I'm 27 I'm getting up there I don't wanna drag this shit out until I'm like 43."
"Holy shit," Frank blinked. "My best friend's getting married!"
"No," Josh laughed, taking the lid off his food. "I just said I thought about it, calm your tits."
"Just let me know when you buy the ring," his boss winked before going back to finish the tattoo.
Josh ate his lunch, making conversation with Frank and the client while he did so. One thirty rolled around a lot quicker than he thought it would and he was in the middle of replying to a few emails when he heard the bell above the door go off, signaling someone had entered. "Welcome to Iero's— oh ew what are you doing here?" Josh grimaced when he looked up and saw who had walked in.
"Hey, toots," Hayley replied with a grin, Ashley following behind her. "It's one thirty ink me up, baby."
"What?" Josh raised an eyebrow. "I thought you hated needles. You've told me at least forty times you'd never get a tattoo."
"I lied," she simply shrugged.
Josh looked at Hayley's wife for an answer for her sudden change in behavior.
"I don't know either," Ashley shrugged, her blonde bangs shifting as she did so. "She just woke up today and declared she wanted a tattoo. Maybe she's going through a mid-life crisis or something I dunno."
"I'm 27," Hayley reminded her.
"I know," Ashley replied with a fake smile. "I don't expect you to make it past 55," she told her playfully.
"Honestly I don't either," Hayley shrugged. "Anyway I've actually been thinking about getting one for awhile but I didn't say anything until today. I like the ones Ashley has even though she has to cover them up for work because her law firm has a stick up it's ass. I want a small one like she has though. And I wanted my life long buddy Joshua Dun to do the honors."
"He might draw a dick on you," Frank piped up, cleaning up the materials from the job he just finished before they had walked in.
"Please don't draw a dick on me I married a woman for a reason," Hayley looked at Josh seriously.
"I won't draw a dick on you," Josh rolled his eyes and held his hands up in surrender. "Do you know what you want?"
"I want a small minimalistic butterfly on my wrist," she told him. "I have some drawings," she handed him a piece of paper with multiple doodles on it, one circled multiple times with a highlighter. "That's the one I decided on," she pointed at it.
"I can tell," Josh laughed as he looked at it. He thought it was really cute actually. Hayley was an art teacher after all so she was an amazing drawer. "I can do this in like ten minutes actually," he told her.
"Really?" She looked hopeful.
"Yeah. Are you sure you want it? There's no going back."
"I'm sure."
"Alright lets get you tatted."