Josh Dun x Reader

Guitar Lesson

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2070

Request: what if you did one where Josh works at Guitar Center and the reader comes in because she is interested in learning an instrument (drums? uke? guitar? idek man) and the rest is history :)

Author's Note: Surprise! Requests are starting to get posted! Sorry it took me so long to get to, between working on Rose Colored Boy and just generally having a lack of inspiration for one shots, it took me awhile to get started on these. As I've said many times before, I want to make the best content possible for all of you, which means not forcing myself to write until I feel ready, which I finally am! Hopefully this fic makes up for the wait (especially to those of you in Josh's lane, sorry for depriving you of content lately!) :)

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You sat in your car, staring at the half-lit sign that hung above the door of your local Guitar Center. There were only a few people inside, mostly employees who were lazily moving about. One of them was standing on the other side of the door, wiping it down with some cleaning solution. Hopefully he hadn't seen you sitting alone in your car for the last five minutes.

"Ok, come on, Y/N. You're never going to learn a new instrument if you don't buy it in the first place."

You finally shut your music off, knowing that the longer you let it play, the more likely you would be to turn around and go home. The guy that had previously been cleaning the door had disappeared, so you took this as your opportunity to get inside with the least amount of human interaction as possible.

You felt overwhelmed the moment that you stepped in the doors. There were countless different instruments sitting all around the floor and hanging on the walls. Despite the fact that you had already done your research about all the different types of guitars - and decided which one was the best fit for you - your head still felt like it was spinning. The confusion must have been evident on your face, because you had hardly been in the store for more than a minute when an employee was asking you if you needed help.

"What? I'm sorry," you said upon noticing the employee. The words that had come from his mouth had been muffled in the midst of your confusion.

"I asked if you needed help," he said. There was the slightest hint of a smile on his face. "I can point you in the right direction, if you need it."

You took a moment to size up the stranger. He didn't look to be much older than you, a year or two at most, and his hair was a mop of brown curls on top of his head. The shirt he was wearing was a plain baseball tee, not unlike most of the other employees in the store. You tried to find a nametag on it somewhere, but a quick glance around the fabric yielded no results.

"Um, yes. That would be great, actually," you said, giving him what you hoped was a grateful smile. "I have a guitar picked out, I just have no idea where to even begin."

"Great, let's take a look at what you've got."

You grabbed your phone from your pocket and opened your photos. The stranger took a step closer to you so that he could look with you, leaving hardly any space between your shoulders. Your muscles tensed in an attempt to keep from brushing up against him, but you still felt your face getting hot just from his close proximity.

To your dismay, the first photo to pop up when you opened the app was one of you and your friend at a concert you had recently gone to. Your tongue was hanging out of your mouth as you leaned into your friend, both of your faces illuminated by the purple lights in front of you. You hastily slid the photo away and took a moment to take a deep breath before you looked for the actual photo you needed.