twenty one pilots one shots

The Demon on her Porch

A/N: I'm not sure if I like this or not... idk

People involved: Tyler and Jenna

Warnings: paranoia

Jenna and I had gone out on a date that night.

We had a great time. We really got to know each other and just relax despite our busy schedules. It was really nice, and I've really grown to like her.

But, when I was driving her home, her whole demeanor changed drastically.

At the restaurant, she was always laughing and smiling, and always correcting me whenever I muttered something negative about myself. She was so animated in the way she spoke and acted; flapping her hands about and having some of the funniest facial expressions I've ever seen.

Now, she's quiet. The only sound is an annoying, Top 40 hit playing on the radio.

I steal glances whenever I have the chance, and every time I do, she has her hands between her thighs, staring down at them or occasionally looking out the window.

I couldn't see her eyes very well since it was dark, and the street lights provided little illumination, but I could imagine how they must look based on the way she's acting.

"Jenna?"

"Yes?"

I paused before expressing the thought that's been on my mind for several minutes now.

"Are you okay?"

Jenna smiled. "I'm fine." She assured me. Though, I think it was meant more for herself than me.

I nodded, even though I wasn't convinced.

We were in the car for only a couple more minutes before we got to Jenna's house.

I heard Jenna sigh shakily as she stared out the window and at her house.

"Are you going to get out?" I asked.

She turned to look at me, and I saw the fear written on her face for a split second before she erased it with a small smile. "Yeah, of course. I just kinda got lost in thought, you know."

"Do you want me to walk you up to your door?" I asked, searching her shadowed eyes.

Jenna nodded.

"Okay."

We both got out, Jenna walking slowly.

I hoped and prayed I wasn't overstepping any boundaries as I took her hand in mine.

Jenna straightened, looked down at our hands, looked up at me with wide eyes and a quivering lip. She forced a smile and squeezed my hand.

We take slow, steady steps. And with every step, I tell Jenna that she'll be okay, that I'm here with her, that I'll never let go of her hand until I know she's safe.

Jenna began to hyperventilate as we approached her porch steps. Her eyes were like saucers and she was shaking uncontrollably.

I gripped her hand tighter, whispering, "What is it, Jenna?"

"Th-the d-d-demon. H-he lives o-on m-my p-porch. I s-see him e-every night." She answers, her voice breaking and cracking.

"He can't touch you, Jenna," I reassured her. "Not while I'm here. Now, we're gonna walk up the steps. Okay?"

Jenna nodded. I could hear her gulp as we took the first step, sending us on the first stair.

We took the four stairs slowly, just like we did on the way up here.

"Just close your eyes, Jenna," I whispered to her. "I'll guide you. Let me. Trust me, Jenna."

"I trust you, Tyler," Jenna chokes out, her eyes sliding shut.

I nodded once, squinting to see in the growing darkness.

I helped her up the final stair and walked her across the wooden porch.

"We're at your door now, Jenna." I informed her. "I can walk you inside if you want me to."

Jenna shook her head, keeping her eyes closed. "I don't want to be a burden on you. Besides, you probably think I'm some five-year-old trapped inside an adult woman's body right now. I'm scared of some silly demon I think lives on my porch."

I shook my head. "It's no trouble, Jenna. It really isn't. And don't say that about yourself. Besides, if I thought of you that way, would I have helped you just now?"

A tear peeks out of Jenna's closed lids and glides down her cheek.

"I would've left you to fight that demon under these wood boards all by yourself, and I'm telling you now, Jenna, I'm never gonna do that." I paused, licking my lips. "I have my own porch demon. Except it's up in my head. I call him Blurryface. And he scares me, too. He scares me a lot sometimes."

Jenna opened her eyes then, her eyes saying something I couldn't quite interpret. "Really?"

I nodded. "Really. We're going to go inside now, and if you need me to stay, I will."

Tears fell freely from Jenna's eyes then. "Why are you so kind to me, Tyler?" She choked out, sniffling.

I smiled sadly as I stroked her wet cheeks with my thumb. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against her forehead. I pulled away and looked into her misty blue eyes as I replied, "Because you deserve to be treated with all the kindness and love this mad world has to offer. I may only make up a minuscule portion of all that love, but it's all I have to give, and I'm hoping that you'll accept it."

Jenna smiled.

I can usually tell when a smile is genuine or not. Heaven knows how many times I've faked a smile myself.

And that smile on her face on that possessed porch, was one of the most genuine smiles I've ever seen.

"Let's go inside, Tyler." She says.

I smiled back and walked inside with her, into the light and security of her home.

A/N: nvm I love this oh my gosh I had to take so many breaks so I can squeal and flail ugh I'm actually so proud of this this is a feat and I just GAH