snapshot •josh dun

five

Today was a good day.

Abigail and I sat in her apartment, sitting on the ground, relishing in the days rain. She was playing me ukulele. It was her birthday.

She hopped up from her spot off the ground, the sleeve of her baby pink sweatshirt tugging just a bit past her wrist. Her black leggings had a small fleck of cat hair on them from the shelter, her yellow socks were bright.

She scurried over to her tea kettle and I sat there smiling. Her semicolon tattoo stuck out against her seemingly pale skin.

"Thank you" I said, taking the mug of green tea she handed me.

I took notice that her eyes were about the color of the tea.

She nodded and smiled, setting down her tea only to pick up her ukulele again. She plucked a few strings on it before looking up at me.

"Thank you for a nice birthday Josh. It's the best I've had in awhile." Abigail stated. I was confused.
"But we're not doing anything." I said, clearly puzzled. She just laughed. "We don't need to do something for it to be great!" I grinned and reached into my back pocket. I pulled out her birthday gift.

"For you. Happy birthday, I hope you like it." I said shakily, watching as shock filled her face, registering what she just received.

It took me about $200 in all, and it set me back a bit, but not by much since Elle paid so well for my photos. Still, I was happy to get them for her. Her happiness could not have a price on it.

"The 1975!? Tomorrow? Joshua! Thank you!" Abigail exclaimed, wrapping me in a huge hug. I laughed and hugged her back, lifting her off the ground.

It took me a second to realize she was crying. Just a few silent tears. But still tears none the less.

Josh's expression instantly turned from overjoyed to worried.

"Abigail? What's wrong?" I asked her, wiping the tears from her freckles. I ran my thumb over her cheek, my large hand practically dwarfing her small face.

She shook her hand and smiled.

"I'm just so so happy to have found you Josh. To think, if it wasn't for an American photographer with freckles and an alien tattoo, I would not have found a friend. I love you Josh." She smiled, beaming from ear to ear.

I lit up when she said love. But I know she meant platonically. How could such a beautiful girl love me?

"I love you too Abigail." I said, beaming.

"Now come on." She said, grabbing her rain coat and umbrella.
"What now?"
"We're going to get you that nose ring you said you've always wanted." Abigail said smiling.

I laid in the chair, the piercing man dotting a small area on the side of my nose, marking the place where the ring would be.

"You nervous?" Abigail asked as the man cleaned his piercing equipment.
I nodded and the man started laughing.

"This wee lad is nervous about a nose piercing?!" He laughed.
"Oi, shove off mate. He's American, give the man a break." Abigail said, glaring at the piercer.

"You'll be fine." She hummed, stroking my soft blonde hair.

"1...2..." The man said, readying the piercing gun. My nose was already numb.
I gripped Abigail's hand.
"3!"
A loud sound from the gun is emitted, and my nose has a hot, burning sensation.

"That wasn't so bad was it love?" she asked, hugging me as I sat up from the chair.
I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I loved it.
"You look so nice. Almost punk. I reckon you'll do a full sleeve tattoo now, huh?"
I laughed and shook my head.
"No, I'm too weak for that."
Abigail handed the man a 30 pound bill and we exited the shop.
"Thank you." I said, stopping her in the rain.
"My pleasure. Now come on, there's an ice cream shop you've to try." She said, giggling as she ran down the wet streets with me.

Never have I met someone so amazing.