twenty one pilots one shots

Grouplove Sweatshirt

A/N: Here's some Jyler for y'all!

People involved: Tyler and Jenna

Warnings: Self-harm

"Tyler," Jenna says softly, snapping me back into reality. "Why are you wearing a sweatshirt in the beginning of August?"

I bit my lip. "I'm always cold. You know that." I replied, trying to keep my voice casual.

Jenna pursed her lips. "Right."

She wasn't completely convinced, and I don't blame her. I'm just glad she didn't interrogate me further.

Today was our first day of our senior year of high school, and it had been a rough summer for me. I didn't make the wisest decisions, and I didn't think the most positive thoughts, and the evidence was on my wrists.

Jenna can't know about this. I don't want her worrying about me when she has much more important things to worry about.

But hiding this from her will prove to be difficult. She and Josh know me better than anyone else. They can always tell when something's up.

"Now that we've gone over the syllabus, let's travel back in time to 14th century Europe," Our teacher, whose name I honestly couldn't remember, introduced, pointing to the whiteboard.

I didn't listen to the lesson. I was too busy chastising myself for breaking the promise I made to myself and fighting the urge to scratch the itchy scars.

I could feel Jenna's concerned gaze, but I kept my eyes on the board.

The bell rang, signifying the end of first period.

I slung my backpack onto my shoulder and made my way out the door.

Jenna walks up to me, stepping in time with me. "You were really distant in class just now. The Bubonic Plague too boring for you?" The phrase came off as a joke, but her tone was severe and worried.

"Well, there isn't much to it." I replied, shrugging. "A plague spread around due to the poor hygiene conditions, people caught it and died. It happens. I don't understand why we had to have a lesson that took all of the period to go over. Might as well go back to school and sing 'Ring around the Rosie' non-stop."

Jenna sighed. "Please talk to me, Tyler. I know something happened over the summer. You wore a hoodie yesterday, and now the Grouplove sweatshirt. It's 90 flipping degrees outside. You're gonna get heat stroke."

"Nothing a little water can fix." I retorted, pointing to the water bottle that sat in the side pocket of my backpack. "And the school's air-conditioned. The only time I'm outside is when I spend two minutes getting to my next class."

"You still haven't answered my question." Jenna counters. "You're dodging it like a fugitive running in zig-zag formation to avoid getting shot by the authorities."

"Do I really have to say it?" I sighed. "You're smart enough to put two and two together."

"Admitting your mistake is the first step, Tyler." Jenna said softly, a pleading look in her eyes.

I walked onto the grass and turned my back so no one but Jenna could see. I lifted up my left sleeve, revealing the scars.

Jenna sighed. I tried to read her expression, but I couldn't interpret it. She was most likely disappointed.

She tentatively took my hand and led me to the ladies' room.

She made sure no one was in there and got on her knees on the ground, reaching into her backpack and retrieving a box of floral band-aids. "Roll up your sleeves." She commands.

I kneeled in front of her and obeyed.

She takes the wrapping off the first band-aid and places it on one of my scars. "This doesn't make you weak, Tyler."

She unwraps the second, this time saying, "Scars heal, as well as hearts."

She unwraps the third. "Everyone has their blood spilt at some point."

She unwraps the fourth. "You are strong, Tyler. Please remember that."

She unwraps the fifth. "This doesn't decrease your worth."

She unwraps the sixth. "I'm here for you."

She unwraps the seventh. "I always will be there for you. No matter what."

She unwraps the eighth. "Please don't take this out on yourself."

She unwraps the ninth. "Keep fighting, my love."

She unwraps the tenth and final bandage. "It's okay now. You're okay now. We'll be okay." She takes my hands in hers, sliding together smoothly like pieces of a puzzle. "I love you."

I didn't notice I was crying until Jenna lifted her hand to wipe my tears away. "Shh," She soothes.

I sniffled and placed my hand over hers, stroking it with my thumb. "Thank you, Jenna," I choked out. "I won't hide my problems underneath this Grouplove sweatshirt anymore. I promise."

Jenna starts tearing up. She grins and throws her arms around my neck.

I hug her back.

We stayed that way until long after the tardy bell rang.