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

seventeen.

I was so frightened for the end of the day. Tyler and Josh's meeting and me checking out my first apartment. How in the world am I going to do this? Living on my own. The world is scary, my mind is scary. I'm afraid of living on my own. Because there are so many things i'll have to change and do. It's just so frustrating.

I walked out of last period, quickly grabbing my stuff from my locker. Not giving anyone the slightest chance to make my already horrible day even worse. I sat outside, waiting for Tyler and Josh. They walked out the door, waiting for me as we walked to Tyler's car. I got in the back, letting the boys sit together. I leaned my head against the window, watching the trees and buildings go by. I was so anxious about this. Excited, but anxious. Tyler pulled up in front of the apartment complex, both of us getting out. Which was unexpected, because I only thought he was dropping me off. He engulfed me in a big hug, digging his face in my neck. I hugged back, kissing his ear.

"I have faith in you Tyler," I said to him. He had been nervous about this all week. Awake until midnight every night.

"Thank you," he whispered back. He stood up straight again, putting his lips on mine and kissing me. "I love you."

I smiled at him, kissing him again. "I love you, too."

We said our goodbye's before he drove off to his interview. I was scared, to say the least. For the both of us. I walked up to the desk, approaching the lady. She looked up, pushing her silver framed glasses farther up her nose.

"Hello, can I help you?" She asked politely.

"I'm here to check out apartment four-eleven," I told her.

"Oh, yes! Right this way."

She led me up to the fifth floor, opening the correct apartment and letting me step inside. The second I walked it, I loved it. The white and black layout. A big flat-screen tv hanged on the wall. A big L shaped couch pushed against the wall. Plants to lighten the room. A nice big window stretched out to show the landscape. A nice kitchen. I was in love. I smiled back at her. I didn't even need to see the bedroom.

"I'll take it," I said happily. She smiled at me.

"Great! We will get your rent date set up after you get fully moved in," she smiled. I nodded. She dropped the keys in my hand and smiled one last time before leaving the room. I looked around a bit more, then left. I had to walk home. Sadly, Tyler and Josh's meeting wasn't over until five, and I didn't feel like waiting at an apartment complex for two hours. It was nice out though, so I didn't mind. I started walking, seeing restaurants as I past them. Cursing myself for not having money with me as I spotted Taco Bell. Resisting the urge to call the boys and have them come down. I hated thinking about the boys moving far away. But loved the idea of them becoming famous, Tyler and Josh being happy. But I hated it, too. I didn't want him to forget about me. I wouldn't know what to do if that happened. God, I hope that doesn't happen.

I eventually made it to our street, making it to Tyler's house. I walked in quietly, going up to Tyler's room without a word and laid on his bed. I closed my eyes slowly. And let myself softly drift off to sleep. Taking the heavy, emotional day off my shoulders finally.

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okay, so. this is getting pretty close. I hope you guys like this chapter. stay alive |-/