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

four.

"If you want to stay longer, you can," Tyler told me as I went to leave. I shook my head.

"I don't want to burden you, Tyler," I muttered out, trying my best to give a polite smile.

"Quinn, you aren't a burden, please stay?" He offered, grabbing my wrist as I stepped out the door. I looked up at him, his smirk on his lips, his pouty eyes. I smirked, stepping back inside and sitting on his couch again.

"So, what are we going to do?" I asked sheepishly. He looked over at me, smiling.

"Do you like Disney?" he asked me. A slight mischievous smile on his face. I smiled a little.

"Is that even a question?" I asked. He smiled, popping a dvd in the player and hearing it start to spin inside. Before I knew it, the start of 'Nemo' was playing on the screen. "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming," I sang, mimicking my favorite line in the movie. He smiled over at me as he came over to the couch and sat—extremely close—next to me. Pretty soon, I found myself laughing at some parts, and my energy was running dry, the hour getting late, I leaned my head on Tyler's shoulder. My feet up on the couch and my arms wrapped around his arm, cuddling him.

"Tyler! I wasn't told you were having a lady friend over!" A lady voice chimed from the door, causing me to bolt awake. I opened my eyes. Finding myself laying across Tyler's lap, and my face dug into his collar bone, wrapping my arms around his torso. Shit. I thought, standing up, flustered.

"I'm sorry, I—"

"Oh, don't worry, dear," she waved me off, smiling politely.

"Okay," I said awkwardly.

"I'm Kelly," she said, putting her hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Quinn, nice to meet you," I said, shaking the hand she provided and trying my best to smile.

"Quinn Joseph, has a nice ring to it," she said, laughing.

"Mom!" Tyler spoke up behind me.

"I'm just teasing, Tyler!" His mom laughed as she walked into the kitchen, carrying groceries. I giggled a little, glancing back at Tyler. He giggled, that adorable laugh of his. I walked into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, Tyler putting an arm around me, making me blush. "Is she staying the night, Tyler?" his mom chimed as she bent down the get some groceries, to put them away. Tyler looked over at me.

"Yeah."

Fuck.

I smiled at his mom, then him.

"Ty, can you drive me to my house real quick?" I asked him. He nodded, his mom passing him the keys to her car without a word as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door. I got into the car and my hands were shaking viciously.

"Quinn, you okay?" he asked me. I looked over at him, shaking my head, then turning my face away from him. I felt his warm hand run up my arm to my shoulder, giving me goosebumps. "You can tell me."

"Just my mom, Tyler," I said, "don't worry about it."

He took his hand back, putting it on the steering wheel and backing out of his driveway. He didn't make a big deal about it, which I liked.

Tyler pulled down my street and I advised him to park away from the house even though my mom's car wasn't in the driveway, I didn't want to take any chances. I got out of the car, glancing at Tyler as he opened his door.

"No, Tyler, stay in the car," I said, putting my hand on his arm, making him glance down at it.

"I'm coming in," he said, taking his arm from my grip, opening his door and stepping out. I sighed, slumping back in the car and then picking myself up, getting out of the car and going up to the door and opening it, pulling his arm up my stairs to my room. I grabbed a pullstring bag, pulling some skinny jeans and a yellow flannel from my drawer, absentmindedly. I grabbed a beanie from my bed and pulled it on, along with my school stuff, thinking how smart I am for keeping my makeup with my school stuff. I looked out the window, no mom yet. I checked everything off my mental checklist, then looked over at Tyler who had a beaten look on his face. I followed to where his eyes led, my razor on the table. I quickly went over to it, putting my hand over it and sliding it into a drawer quickly.

"Come on,Tyler," I mumbled, walking out of my room and shutting the door behind us. Tyler grabbed my wrist stopping me in the middle of the hallway.

"Please stop," he said. At first I didn't know what he was referring to, then he glanced at my arm, bringing up the sleeve of my left arm. It looked like a battlefield. Like a war had unfurled across it.

"I wish it was that easy," I said, dipping my head down and pulling my sleeve back down, continuing to walk down the hall. I exited the house, thankful that my mom wasn't there. Tyler got into the car, without a word and drove home, putting my stuff in the floorboards. His house was probably only three or four minutes from mine in a car. Especially in the streets and neighborhoods of Columbus. When we arrived at his house, he carried my stuff into the house for me, smiling at me. I blushed at his contagious smile. He started walking up the stairs, so I followed him, not wanting to be left downstairs like a lone puppy. He threw my stuff on the ground at the foot of his bed. I sat on his bed, leaning against the wall it was against. I looked over at Tyler who looked back at me with a smile. He sat next to me.

"It's so amazing," I said without thinking, smiling at him with a lost feeling in my chest.

"What is?" Tyler asked curiously.

"Since i've been around you, the voices haven't spoken. They just went away," I said to him, smiling. He smiled back.

"That's just what I was hoping for," he said, putting his hand on my wrist and running circles around it with his thumb. Wow, he was amazing. He was my cure. My cure against the horrible voices.