'don't give a fuck' attitude. / tyler joseph | ✓

two.

"Do they usually pick on you like that?" I asked, picking up my stuff as Tyler looked over his shoulder. He's very paranoid. He nodded. A shattered look appearing upon his face.

"Yeah, always," he said, pulling his books and laptop close to his chest.

"That sucks, hopefully they won't pick on you anymore," I said to him. He gave me a sad look again.

"They will," Tyler said, "they've been picking on my for a long time. They won't stop now," he said. I gave him a sad look.

"Well, want to go get something to eat?" I asked him. I didn't want to be sad right now. Not at school. Tyler gave me a weary look. A suspicious look actually.

"Why?" he asked, reeling back slightly. I felt he might run away at any moment. I nodded, pulling my hair up on top of my head with a hair tie.

"Because i'm hungry and you just almost got beat up,"I said shrugging, bringing my spare hand to my hip. The other one of the strap of my laptop case, keeping it on my shoulder.

"Alright, I guess," he said. He shrugged his shoulders and followed behind me as I walked out of the library. I walked out the front doors of the school, the humidity hitting me like a blanket. I looked over at Tyler who was hunched over, poor posture. I stopped him suddenly. Standing in front of him and looking up to him, since he was a few inches taller than me.

"Do you want to get picked on?" I asked, coming out a little harsher than planned.

"No," Tyler stuttered back. I sighed, putting my hands on my hips.

"Well, you can't be looking like that then," I said. I brought two fingers under his chin and brought his head up. I walked behind him, pushing his back in and straightening his posture. I walked back in front of him and smiled at him. "There."

"My back hurts," he whined. I chuckled a little.

"That's from hunching so much," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Ouchie," he said, making me smile and giggle slightly. The smile I seen in the library earlier came back, he was cute. You just couldn't see his full potential when he was hunched over and vulnerable.

"Are we walking to Taco Bell?" I asked him, turning to my side again and walked as he followed. With his new and improved posture.

"Taco Bell?" he asked me, giving me a look that said, really?

"What? Do you not like Taco Bell?" I asked, putting my hand on my chest dramatically.

"No, I love Taco Bell. I just can't believe i'm actually going there," he said, wiping away an imaginary tear dramatically. I chuckled at him, his smile was just so cheerful and contagious. He laughed back. Where was that little skittish boy I saw only moments ago? He isn't that.

"Do you go to this school?" I asked, changing the subject. He gave me a smug look then returned his gaze to in front of him. We continued walking without a response to my question, until he broke the agonizing silence.

"Yeah, I go to this school. I'm in four of your classes. You don't usually see me though. I always sit in the back," he said. Shrugging his shoulders. I looked over at him. I might've struck a nerve with that one.

"Oh, i'm sorry. I'll probably start sitting with you now." I looked up at him. His cheeky smile dimmer this time as it shined.

"You don't have to," he humbly said, looking down at his feet.

"You're right," I said, pausing and seeing his expression sadden. "But I want to," I said, looking up to him with a smile. He smiled too as we walked into Taco Bell. I looked over once we pushed the doors open, seeing the same poor-posture, shaky framed boy I saw in the library. "Tyler, you're fine."

Tyler nodded. I lifted up his chin and fixed his posture quickly. I got Tyler's order and mine and listed them to the employee assisting us. They rattled off our orders quickly handing them to us. We went to sit down in the back corner of the restaurant.

"So, tell me about yourself," I started, unwrapping my soft taco. I brought my eyes up to his and connected them.

"What's there to tell?" he asked me, breaking eye contact and looking shamefully down at the table.

"There is a lot to tell," I retorted.

"Okay, then you start," he said, shrugging and jabbing the taco he was holding in my direction.

"Alright, i'm a..." I trailed off, thinking for a moment. Thinking for words that wouldn't expose me totally to him. I sighed sadly. Thinking about how much of myself has been consumed. How much of myself is nothing but secrets that need to be kept.

"What's wrong?" Tyler asked me as I looked shamefully down at my shoes.

"Nothing, Ty. Maybe I should go home," I said starting to get up with my stuff. Tyler leaned across the table and grabbed my arm and jabbing his ribs into the side of the table in the process making him and I cringe.

"Quinn, you can tell me," he said, trying to get me to sit back down.

"Tyler, i've known you for less than an hour," I said, trying to reason with him.

"Yeah, but i'll understand," he said nodding. Tears came to my eyes. I hate crying. I don't usually do it around people. To keep from attracting more attention to myself, I sat down.

"I don't think you will, Tyler," I said to him, putting my hands to my eyes. An act to push the tear back in I guess. I'm such an idiot.

"You wouldn't know that, now would you?" he retorted, leaning across the table towards me. A tear slid down my cheek and landed on my hand resting on the table.

"I can't tell you, Tyler," I said shaking my head and sniffing my now runny nose. Great. Tyler slid his warm hand that was still on my arm down, onto my hand.

"Please?" he asked me. I wasn't sure why he would even want to know. Why would he want to worry about me like...well, no one else did. I don't even think Sarah cares about me, and we've been friends since 7th grade. Now we're seniors.

I shook my head back and forth. I took out my phone and checked the time. It read, 3:52. I needed to start heading home.

"Let's go, Tyler. I have to head home," I said, changing the subject, looking down at my feet and not making any eye contact. I rubbed my palm across my face, ridding the wetness on my cheeks and putting them back down. He got up and threw away his stuff before coming back over to the booth and helping me up. I grabbed my stuff and we headed out of the restaurant. I could just tell by the look on his face that he was disappointed...like the voices are.