HeavyDirtySoul | Tyler Joseph |

Thirteen

Andrea

I sit on Tyler's lap as he holds me close. I sob quietly into his shoulder, desperately trying to pull myself away from the bad thoughts. The fact that he's here right now helps a bunch. His touch electrifies me, distracting me from the bad and focusing on the good, a.k.a him.

I hate that my happiness practically depends on him. I don't want to put him under pressure, I don't want to have to rely on someone to make me happy. I wish I was strong enough to support myself and help myself out.

Sadly I am not at that stage yet. I need to work up to that, but at the moment I just need comfort right now.

"When did your family leave?" He asks suddenly.

"Like 2:00 maybe." I sigh.

"So what exactly happened in that time, like since then?" He asks.

"I played Xbox. Everything was fine until I realized how empty and alone I really was. I don't deal well as with being alone. I know I spend hours away in my room but that's when I can hear that there are people around me and that are there. Here its so quiet. I wish I could have gone with them." I let out a shaky breath.

"You should have called me first Andrea I would have been here sooner." He mumbles. He hugs me tighter to his chest sighing into my hair.

"I-I'm better you're here now. And since you are that's all that counts r-right n-now." I manage to say.

I'm pretty sure he opens his mouth to say something, but I decide to. I think he stops when I do because the fact I'm actually talking is enough for him to tell that I'm finally calming down.

"And I know I shouldn't have to rely on someone for my happiness. And i want you to not feel pressured. I'm at a fragile state and I know with time I can support myself and not have to rely on others all the time. And you're helping me with that process and I'd like to thank you for that. To be honest you're the best thing that has ever happened to me in a long time."

After a silence falls, Tyler finds tht it is the right time to speak.

"I understand where you're coming from Andrea. I'm proud  that you can admit that and realize it. But you don't have to be completely alone to get out if that state. It's fine to rely on people in life because sometimes it's okay for them to be he source if your happiness." He says humbly causing a huge smile to take over my face.

I'm still confused at his ability to make me feel better. Tyler, as I admitted is the best thing to happen to me at the moment.

"I don't know where I would be without you." I hesitantly say, worried of saying something and totally weirding him out. That's the last thing I want to do honestly.

"Same with you Andrea." He admits and I can here how genuine he sounds.  I pull away and lay flat on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I grab my phone and then put on my music, just relaxing.

My stomach grumles loudly, indicating I'm hungry. Oh right, I didn't have a chance to eat.

"Want to go make some food?" He asks chuckling lightly.

"Please." I say, standing up off my bed.

"We should also out some ice on your hand it looks pretty painful." He comments glancing at my burned hand.

I forgot the pain since I was paying attention to my mental issues rather than my physical ones.

He grabs my uninjured hand and walks us over to the kitchen he sees the splashed water and the half filled pot. Along with the opened pasta box that was sprawled on the counter. I didn't even realize I knocked over the box. Only a bit fell out anyways.

He motions me to sit at the island while he cleans. I protest loads of times but finally give in.

He wipes up the water with a cloth and turns on the element. Soon enough he pours the noodles in, letting them simmer. He sets a timer, counting down until they're done.

I sit quietly as he shuffles around the kitchen moving to the beat of the song my speaker is playing, God he's the cutest.

He sees me smiling at him, so he  comes over and takes my hands in his. and he pulls me off the bar stool and swings me around as we dance around, completely jamming out. I look at the happy smile that is spread across his attractive features. He laughs loudly, watching me move around and finally enjoy myself.

He spins me around and dips me, looking deep into my eyes. He slightly leans down, but ends up loosing his balance and we both fall onto the ground.

I try pulling myself off the ground but as cliche as it is, I fall down onto Tyler's chest. I place my hands on either side of him and look down, hovering over him. I feel my breath hitch in my throat as I notice his eyes momentarily flick from my eyes to my pursed lips.

I freeze, completely confused and not knowing what the hell to do. Do I lean in, or pull away? Either of those could make things awkward. So I stay put and stay there looking into his eyes for an answer. To be honest, he looks just as confused as I do.

His hand snakes around my neck as he, at a painfully slowly pace, pulls me down to him. Our lips almost touch but are interrupted by the loud beeping of the timer, indicating our noodles are done cooking.

I mentally curse myself as I fling my body off of him and pull myself to my feet. I help him up, even though he doesn't need it and soon enough we thrown ourselves back into normal conversation as if nothing ever happened.