My Taste in Music is Your Face

chapter 1

TYLERS POV (TW: self-harm mentions)
"Get in the car, I've had enough of this." My mom has been attempting to take me to therapy ever since she's seen my scars. I'm always reluctant to go, I don't want to talk about my feelings or my life or anything, and if I have to, I'll just lie. I'm 17, have no friends (the "friends" I have suck), have gotten punched in the face more times than I can count, depression is expected.
"I won't come in the room with you, I'll just wait. come on." my mom insisted. I sighed, and swung into the car. my mom would be yelling at me the whole ride, so I just put headphones on. music is, and probably always will be, my way of escaping. I listened to most of those bands that would give someone an excuse to call me emo.
The therapist was only about 8 minutes away, so my mothers lecture was short. She checked me in, and walked out the door, waiting in the car. I looked around the waiting room. There were about 10 people there, and no seats available to not be sitting next to someone. I sat between a mother screaming at her kid and this guy with cool hair. It was gonna be a long wait, so back in the headphones go. I played some MCR, and the guy next to me smirked. I think he said something, but my music was muffling his voice.
I halfway took out the headphone, but not enough for anyone to notice, because I'd prefer not to talk to anyone, I needed to get this over with.
"my names Josh." that was his name. It was kind of stereotypical, but then again, Tyler was too.
"you can't hear me, can you?" I ignored him.
"well, since you can't hear me, you have a cool music taste. and you're cute." he whispered. My heart did skip a beat, and I was kind of freaked out, a stranger called me cute. At least it was a cute stranger.
"Tyler Joseph?" a staff member called from a door. Thank god, I didn't have to pretend like I wasn't listening to Josh. I looked back before I walked into the therapists office.
"Tyler." Josh was smirking, mouthing out my name.
Therapy went as expected. I broke down maybe 4 times, I didn't want to be there. My mother could barely pay for the session, so we had to rush into things, and I constantly lied. I said this was the first time I've self-harmed. (not true). the bruise on my arms were from me falling (I was beaten up). These lies lasted the whole time, and I didn't learn a thing.
After the session ended, I went to the bathroom. Out of all of the people in the world, guess who was there? Josh. I could tell that this was going to be awkward.
"why did you call me cute?" I asked.
"well, I don't like to lie." god, this guy was smooth.
"I have a girlfriend, dude." lots of lies today.
"well, we're in a bathroom, but can I borrow your phone?" I usually wouldn't let a stranger "borrow" my phone, but I let him because for some odd reason, I kind of trusted this guy.
"here you go." he handed me back my phone. I didn't see anything different, I presumed it was fine.

JOSHS POV
I could tell that when Tyler Joseph said he had a girlfriend, he was lying. I checked his phone contacts, and he basically only had "mom" in there. I added myself, called it "your girlfriend <3", and gave him back his phone. Tyler left the bathroom. one of the most awkward places to meet someone, and left. he was probably freaked out, but I needed more friends. Judging my his contacts, he needed more too.
When I got home, I went on my phone, and saw a few texts from Tyler.
"who are you"
"I don't have a girlfriend"
"oh"
"josh why did you look through my contacts" He was finally getting the point. I decided to text back.
"so you actually remember my name" almost automatically, I saw the typing symbol.
"its been like 15 minutes"
"how old are you- I don't want to be talking to some 30 year old" I typed.
"I'm 17 and you were the one who called me cute the first time you spoke to me"
"you gonna go back to the therapists" I wanted to talk to him again.
"no. too broke"
"where you gonna be tomorrow"
"my house" now i needed o get his address without sounding like a stalker.
Tyler typed again.
"and I'm not gonna give you my address" great.
"we could meet at Walmart. - 3 pm? the most I'll do is call you cute again" I'm sure Tyler was blushing at this point.
"fine" he said, and our conversation ended.