twenty one pilots imagines (part two)

overdramatic...or maybe not (tyler)

pairing: tyler joseph x reader
word count: 2075
tw: angst, jealousy, fighting

"and now for my least favorite part," my boyfriend sighed. "us parting ways."

"don't worry, ty. we'll see each other in second period. it's only less than an hour away." i assured him. he frowned.

"but i'm gonna miss you." he pouted, like a four year old child who was denied candy. i smiled.

"i'll miss you too. but just remember, i'll be at your game tonight, and we'll go to taco bell after." i reminded him. tyler smiled.

"can't wait." he said.

"hey, y/n!" my, kind-of-friend, peter said passing us. we had lockers next to each other, and he talked to me sometimes, but we weren't really close.

"hi, peter." i replied. tyler rolled his eyes.

"i really don't like him." he told me, although it was not the first time.

"i don't understand why. he's just a friend, barely even that." i said.

"i know that, i just don't like how he looks at you. he looks at you how i look at you, and that look should be reserved for me."

"babe, i think you're being a little dramatic. this dude barely knows me."

"just..trust me."

"you have nothing to worry about. don't overthink it. now, as much as i love talking about dudes you think want me, i gotta stop at my locker."

tyler half-smiled at my smart-assness. i smiled back.

"whatever, i love you." he told me. i kissed his cheek, swiftly.

"love you too." i replied.

i walked to my locker, feeling like i was walking on water. that's how it always was when i was with my ty. they say high school relationships never lasted, but i felt like he and i would. we started dating when we were fourteen and we still were two years later.

when i made it to my locker, peter was still at his. he was just standing there in front of it, even though it was closed. was he waiting for someone?

"so, y/n, what are you doing tonight?" he asked me. i raised an eyebrow.

"i'm going to the basketball game. after all, tyler is the captain. when that's over, i'm gonna hang out with him." i told him. peter nodded in acknowledgement.

"oh, yeah. you and him are like pretty close." he acknowledged. i nodded.

"yup. very close." i agreed, shutting my locker.

"i think we should get closer."

whatdidhesay?

peter came close to me and smashed his lips to mine. i tried to pull away but he was holding me into the kiss, making it so i was kissing back. when he finally pulled away, i saw tyler standing there, my lipstick in his hand as he stared at us, pure shock on his face.

"i..just wanted to give you your lipstick, because you had me hold on to it. but i see your lips are occupied." he said, his voice breaking at the end. he placed the lipstick in my hand, as i stood there, unable to move because i was so shocked.

tyler walked away as i stared at peter, who held a smug smirk on his face.

this mother fucker.

"what the hell, peter?!" i raged, smacking him in his face. before he could say anything, i ran the direction tyler was running.

*ring*