HeavyDirtySoul | Tyler Joseph |

Six

Andrea

The end of the day came around and I still continuously dodged Josh and Tyler's texts. I didn't have any afternoon classes with them, thank my stars. I didn't run into them in the hallways either.

Well I saw Josh but he didn't see me, So I went in the opposite direction as him taking the long way to English class.

But now it was time to go home and I was glad it was. I finished packing my stuff more quickly today and rushed out of the school, completely petrified I would run into one if the guys. Gladly, I didn't.

I walk quickly up my drive way, just wanting to get away from it all. I just wanted to relax and hang around the house.

I grabbed the door handle, only to have it be yanked from me and pulled back. In front of me was my younger brother, Thomas.

"Hey Andy!" He shouts, giving my legs tightly.

"Hey little man." I lift him up into my arms and kick the door shut with my foot.

"Hi honey!" I hear from grandma say from the kitchen.

"Hi Nana!" I call back, setting Thomas down and taking off my boots and jacket and stuff. I walk over and meet her in the kitchen where she begins cleaning from her day with Thomas

He wasnt old enough for school and since she didn't have much to do I'm the day she usually comes over and takes care of him so my dad and step mother don't have to.

My family is stable, if that's what you're asking. After my older brother died my mom left but soon enough my dad found Laurie, my current step mother. I was pissed at my dad at first for moving on so quickly, but I realized Laurie was a kind woman who would never get my father so I accepted it.

Then they had Thomas a few years back. And now we were at a solid point in our lives.

"I'll see you tomorrow, your grandfather needs help at home." She says suddenly, snapping me from my daze. I nod and give her a gentle hug and with that she's out the door.

I look over at the den to find Thomas playing the day away on our old GameCube.

"I'm going to go in my room, okay Thomas?" I say, grabbing some crackers out of the cupboard.

"Why are you always in your room Andy?" He asks, pausing his game for a bit.

How the hell do I answered that? 'Well kiddo, I'm depressed as hell, and for yelled at by some bitch today.' Because if I tell him that, it'll hurt him. It'll hurt me to see him hurt. He shouldn't be exposed to sadness not now, not at his brimming age of 3 years old.

"I'm tired kiddo. I might nap and do some homework." That isn't an entire lie. That's probably what I am going to do.

"Mommy tells me you go in there because you're sad. I don't want your i be sad."

I frown slightly at his words. "That's just if I have a bad day or something. Don't worry about it." I ruffle the light brown hair that sits on top of his head.

"I love you." I tell him, beginning to bound my way down the hall to my room.

"You too!" He calls back as he unpauses his game.

I shut my door with ease and rip off my clothing from the day and replace it with some light grey sweat pants with a few paint stains scattered on them and a tight cropped shirt that showed a little bit of my mid drift but I could care less.

I crawl into bed and begin munching on the crackers. I pull my laptop open and begin watching some Netflix. It's all I wanted to do at the moment, so it was all I was going to do.

Until 10 minutes later when I got bored. I shut my laptop down. I plugged in both my headphones and just laid there with my eyes shut. I couldn't hear anything besides the beats and melodies and vocals with relaxed me quite a bit.

I also feels tears slipping down my cheeks because I could not for the life of me get what happened today out of my damn mind. That girl was a massive bitch, she was so irrelevant to my life, I need to stop thinking of her sickening words that twisted around in my kind.

I took out an ear bud because I realized that is Thomas needed me or called out to me I wouldn't be able to hear him. I roll onto my side and faced the lavender wall of my bedroom, slowly shutting my eyes.

I hear the front door open suddenly. Then I hear Thomas talking away happily. Dad must be home.

Yeah I'm a shit sister for jsut assuming rather than seeing. It could be a murderer for all I know but, i do know Thomas would have screamed at the top of his lungs if a stranger was at the door.

I hear my door open, it creaks quietly.  It's probably my dad saying he's checking on me or Thomas letting me know our father is home. I keep my eyes shut and I keep my breathing at a steady pace. Maybe he, whoever it is, wont notice I've been crying for the passed few minutes.

Then they speak, they say name. But hell it isn't Thomas or my dad. Its the voice of the awkward, slightly scrawny boy who has seemed to change my world for the better but today, the worst.

I freeze when he says "Andrea." In his gently tone that he usually uses when he's around me.

I can't help but cry even at the slight crack to his words. He must be torn I ignored him all afternoon. I felt like garbage for doing that I did that I just can't handle people at the moment.

Stupid crying, it won't fucking stop. I hear him approach the bed more. Fuck, I don't want to face him like this, when I'm in this state. This crying and messy being I've become.

I feel the bed slowly shift, indicating he has sat down on the open side. I feel my body quivering, as it just so desperately tries to stop it from crying in front of Tyler.

"Andrea." He whispers. "I don't know what I did, or what happened for this day to turn out the way it did. I just want you to know that I will be here to talk or to vent to or rant to." He takes a slight pause, probably trying to think of something to add. "If seems like you didn't have a good day, and I'm sorry for that. If you to want me to go just let me know because I will.".

He's way too damn sweet for me to tell him to go.

I roll around so I'm facing him and I grab his hand. Im laying down so I can't hug him, so grabbing his hand is a simple gesture letting him know I want him to stay. My tear filled eyes glance up o his concerned brown ones and he just cracks a grin.