polarize ~ tyler joseph fanfiction

Four

The rainy streets didn't do well for my leather boots, and I was so happy that I would only be touring with my brother and Tyler for a few shows. Lucky me, they convinced me, or more so my mother, towards the end of the Blurryface tour.

Whew?

A taxi pulled to a sudden stop, soaking me with dirty street water. I groaned loudly, deciding to take off my jacket and climbed into the vehicle.

"Ma'am, I can't let my leather seats get wet, I need you to exit the car." The taxi driver told me, scrunching up his face.

I gasped loudly at his command, he just soaked me and is now telling me I can't enter?

I look over to my travel buddy, Tyler, and he just shrugs. I gasp again, glaring at Tyler.

"This is why I travel with Josh..." I mumble, climbing out of the taxi.

I had to hold myself back from flicking them both off, and I must admit, I'm proud I had the strength to do so. But I still wish I gave them a little piece of my mind.

I lean to the window, "How do I get to the venue then?" I ask Tyler.

"Walk." He replies.

"May I use your umbrella then?"

"I don't want to get wet!" He complains, obviously not caring if he gets rained on or not.

This time I actually did give him the bird.

He deserved it.

He platonically stares at me and I stand straight, marching down the slippery sidewalk. What is it with Tyler? He's so mean! We used to be chill and then one day he's all the sudden
a complete-

My thoughts are interrupted when I'm suddenly not longer standing straight. I plummet downwards, pushing my hands out in hope to catch myself from a broken nose, and smash into the hard cement.

I moan loudly. I roll to my back, putting my hands behind me and try to get up. As I put pressure on my right wrist, a deathly burning sensation spreads, bringing tears to my eyes.

"Oh, God!" I say through clenched teeth, hoping that no passerby's hear.

Using my left hand, I pull my phone out and look for directions to the nearest hospital.

If everyone wanted me to start growing up so badly, I'd do just that.

I enter the chilly hospital, squinting against the bright lights. God, I hate hospitals.
I walk straight to the receptions desk.

"Hey, I think I sprained my wrist and-" I groan, concealing it at my best. The receptionist nods, tapping a few buttons.

"Room 103." She informs me, pointing to the left. I nod, giving her a quiet thanks.