Fall Away (Sequel To "Holding On To You: A Twenty One Pilots Fanfiction")

five

Sunday passed. Monday... and not a word from Tyler. 

I called him again, even though I already had about a hundred times. 

After his voicemail beeped I left another message, "Hey Tyler. It's me Jess... again. If you're um listening to this then you've heard all of the other voicemails I left. Or maybe you've just deleted them all. I wouldn't blame you... I know I've said it a thousand times, but I'm so sorry. Please call me, I would love to see you before you leave." 

I hung up, because if I continued, my voice would start to crack; tears were already filling my eyes. It seemed like all I'd been doing since I'd been home was crying. My emotions have been sky high lately.

I stared at the red bubble on my phone, notifying me that I had seven missed calls from my dad. I didn't want to talk to him. I suppose that's how Tyler felt about me.  

Looking for someone to cheer me up, I called the only other person I could think of... Dean. He picked up after three rings. 

"Hello," he answered. 

"Dean," I said. 

"Hey I was gonna call you today... I miss ya," he replied. 

"I miss you too." 

"How's life back home?" 

"Eh... it kinda sucks to be honest," I said. 

"Oh... well it'll be better when I'm there," he joked. 

"Of course it will," I laughed. 

"So I'm planning on heading out in the morning tomorrow... so I should probably be there by late afternoon/early evening." 

"Sounds great." 

"And then I was thinking, when I go back home after a week, you could come with me... meet my parents and all. We're actually planning a trip to the beach the weekend after, and you're welcome to come," he said, eagerly. 

"Yeah, maybe," I said, but couldn't help thinking about going on tour with the band. But, I knew it wasn't an option, especially now. 

"Or not..." he said, hearing the uncertainty in my response. 

"No, I think that would be lovely actually," I said. 

"Okay... well we'll talk about it... listen, I gotta go, but I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Okay," I replied. 

"Love you." 

"You too." 

 I hung up the phone and sat staring at my blank wall. Dean was coming tomorrow, and I still hadn't talked to Tyler. That thought made my stomach twist. I needed to talk to Tyler. So, I grabbed my car keys and headed to the trailer bus that the boys were staying in. 

****

I knocked on the metal door, lightly. 

Josh answered in a couple seconds. 

"Jess," he said, surprised. 

"Hey," I replied. "Is Tyler here?" 

"He's not actually... he went to pick up food." 

"Oh." 

"You know you did the right thing by telling him," Josh said. 

"I know."

"You're welcome to wait inside," he said, opening the door wider, and stepping aside. 

"Would he want that?" I asked. 

"I think you guys should talk."  

I walked inside and sat on the small sofa in the main room. 

"Want anything to drink?" Josh offered. 

"I'm fine," I said. 

"Jess, he doesn't hate you. He's just upset... disappointed. He's in love with you and he feels betrayed. He's hurting. But he'll get over it eventually. Just give him some time."

I nodded. 

"Dean... my boyfriend... he's coming tomorrow." 

"Oh," Josh said. 

"Yeah... I should probably give Tyler a heads up."

The front door swung open and Tyler walked in holding a Taco Bell bag. 

"I got you a soft shell... they were out of hard," he said, not noticing me. 

He put the bag on the counter and turned to face us. His expression was surprised, and then disappointed. 

"Tyler," I said. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked. 

"Well, you've been dodging all my calls, so I came by," I said, clearing my throat. "We need to talk." 

"I have nothing to say," Tyler replied. 

"Well, I do... I'm sorry, okay. I didn't want to hurt your feelings... that was never my intention. We had broken up... we both agreed that we could move on-" 

"You agreed... I didn't want that," Tyler interrupted. 

"I do love you Tyler... but like I've told you a hundred times, I can't do it... I can't do the long distance, the see-each-other-a-couple-times-a-year thing." 

"So that's why I invited you on tour with us. Then it wouldn't be long distance." 

"Yeah? And then what? Then I go back to college and you keep going." 

"The tour will be almost over by then." 

"But that's the thing. There will always be another and another and another. Or an interview. Or a new album to record. If I didn't have to worry about college, or my future, I would drop everything and follow you. But unfortunately, I do. Unfortunately, that's my reality." 

Tyler didn't say anything for a while. 

"If you still love me then why'd you move on so quickly?" he said, hurt. 

"Because what's the point of waiting around for a love you can't have?" 

Again, he was silent. 

"Okay, if you still feel anything for me... anything at all," he began, "then make me a deal. Go on tour with us this summer, and after that if you still think we don't work then I'll let you go without a fight. I promise. Just give me this one summer. Please Jess." 

"I don't know Tyler. I'd have to talk to my mom... and I'm supposed to see Dean... he's coming in tomorrow." 

"Please," Tyler said again, not even addressing the fact that Dean was coming. "For me." 

"Fine... one summer. And at the end, when I decide it still isn't right for us to be together, you let me go on and live my life." 

"And when you decide that we're meant for each other, you'll thank me for begging you to come," he replied. 

"We'll see."