It Goes There // Josh Dun + Twenty One Pilots

eighteen // do you cry when you dream?

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

"Where are all your brothers at?" Josh asked as he finished up the bowl of cereal I offered to him twenty minutes earlier. "I know all of them aren't in school."

"They are at some basketball game," I responded, tying my faded pink and orange hair back into a ponytail. "They aren't supposed to come back for awhile and Summer isn't coming back until one or so. It gives us like four hours and we may actually need that much time. That means get your butt up and come and help me."

Josh rolled his eyes, pushing himself up off of the couch and sitting his empty bowl on the glass coffee table. "Whatever you say, princess Beaumont."

I stuck my tongue out at him before starting up the familiar spiral staircase. Josh looked around in utter amazement as he followed behind me. "I can't believe your house is this big," he remarked. "I would love to see how big your room is."

I looked over my shoulder at him, eyebrows raised. "What?" he protested. "I just want to see how big it is. That's all. Why are you so dirty minded?"

"I live with multiple boys. Why do you think, Joshua?"

He just shook his head as we started down the hallway. My father's study was the very last door on the right and I could only remember seeing inside of it one time in my life. I only had to be eight or nine years old and I was the only child that had ever been in there even if it was just for a second. Jonah and Noah always tried to get inside of it, but they apparently didn't know how to pick a lock correctly. Luckily, I did.

"Do I want to know why you know how to pick a lock with a bobby pin?" Josh asked as I bent down to insert my hair pin into the lock.

"I have a habit of snooping through things I'm not supposed to, Joshua," I mumbled, twisting the bobby pin, waiting for the lock to click. "A lot of people keep secrets from me and I'm a curious person, so I have to find a way to get answers. For example, I've broken into my brothers' rooms multiple times, I've broken into Garrett's, along with Lilac's. However, I also have other methods. Most of the people I know talk bad about me to other people, so those other people send me screenshots and there's no point of hiding anything from me on any social media, I have ways of finding it."

Josh whistled low. "Well, I just learned to keep my mouth shut about you. I'd rather not have you come storming into school one day to chew my head off because you dug through my room or because you, somehow, managed to hack my social media accounts."

"Good choice," I responded, the lock finally clicking. I pulled the bobby pin out and stood up, pushing the door open. "After you, Joshua Dun."

"Oh, thank you, princess Beaumont," he snickered, stepping into my father's study, his eyes slightly widened at the size.

"Is princess Beaumont going to be my new nickname from now on?" I asked, shutting the door behind me and going straight for my father's desk. I started pulling on random drawers, hoping that at least one of them was unlocked.

"If it annoys you then, yes, it's your new nickname," Josh smirked, pulling books off one of the multiple bookshelves in the room and flipping through them.

Sometimes I didn't understand how I tolerated Josh Dun so much. He was so annoying when he wanted to be.

Much to my dismay, all the drawers were locked and I could already tell that the bobby pin wouldn't be able to get them open. My father was not one to carry the key to his desk on him, so I knew it had to be in this room somewhere. The obvious place to look was under the desk to see if the key was taped there. That's how I knew it wasn't there. My family were not about being obvious.