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

six.

"I don't want to be here," I mumbled to Tyler across the table. The lunch bell had just made the ear wrenching sound it makes everyday at 10:25. The lunch bell. We were fortunately the first ones in there, and due to my small appetite, I usually don't eat at school, so I just sat down, Tyler doing the same, but across the table. Since this morning, he's been distant. But who wouldn't be? He literally watched me beat someone's ass. I didn't think much of it, but by the looks of it, he sure did.

"What do you mean?" Tyler asked, looking up from his hands, which he's been staring at since he came into the lunch room.

"I want to go home. I didn't want to come to school today," I told him, keeping eye contact as he blinked every few seconds.

"Really?" he asked, his tone easy and sympathetic.

"Yes," I said nodding. "You don't have to come, Tyler."

"What if I want to come," he said with a smirk, leaning over the table with his all over expression that just makes you want to melt.

"Then i'd say no," I blurted, and Tyler raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"Awe, why not?" he pouted, his lip popped out in a pointy expression that you couldn't help smile at. Maybe feel a little bad.

"Because, I don't want you to meet my mom," I mumbled, looking down at my hands and running circles in my palms with my thumb.

"Well, maybe your mom isn't there," he tried to convince me.

"Well, maybe she is."

"Please?"

I sighed, looking down at the table. I looked up, only for a second, his eyes already meeting my gaze.

"I don't want you to think even worse of me because of my mom," I said. The words barely coming out because of the resisting urge to not say them.

"That isn't going to happen."

"Really? Because it sure was easy for you to find how harmful and destructive I am. Which i'm guessing makes me a horrible person," I blurted. I looked up at him, his mouth open to say words, but none coming out. He looked hurt. "Tyler, i'm sorry, i'll just go home alone. It's no-"

"Quinn, that doesn't make you a horrible person."

His hand was wrapped around my wrist to keep me from leaving him.

"But it makes me worse in your eyes," I said lightly, looking down. He pulled me back down in my seat and lifted my chin up with his finger.

"Nothing makes you bad in my eyes. You are you. That's all I ask for."

I looked up at him, smiling. God dammit, Tyler. Stop being such a cutie.

"Fine, let's go," I said, taking his wrist and pulling him from the table. We walked to our hall, going to our separate lockers. I grabbed my bag, trying to silently tip-toe down the tile floors of the halls, Tyler close next to me. We decided to go out the back door of the school, so we don't have to pass by the glass windows of the office. I pushed the door open as silent as possible, letting Tyler out and running out, letting it close loudly behind me. We both speed-walked to his car, his hands going through the keys and finally unlocked the car door. He unlocked my door, smiling at me as I got in and put my stuff on the floor. I kinda liked the fact that both of us were totally fine and calm about just, skipping school. I've done it a few times, it isn't hard to get used to. He pulled out, driving out of the parking lot like normal. He started mumbling again, like this morning, in the car.

"What are you saying?" I asked. Looking over at him and cocking my eyebrow.

"Oh, just...lyrics," he answered.