polarize ~ tyler joseph fanfiction

Twenty

"Hey Mom!" I greet through the phone, a smile swamping my face.

"Hey Oli, how's the tour?" She questions me.

"It's..." I begin, pausing to replay all the recent events in my head. So much has happened, there'd been a scarring that made my stomach instantly churn. There'd been multiple incidents with Tyler where I felt such a spark I wanted to wrap my self around him. There'd been awkward moments with Tyler, there'd been my wrist, there'd been my prank, there'd been a lot. Nonetheless, there had been some really fun moment with those boys.

"Unusual." I finish.

See, my mother didn't know about the rape and I didn't plan on her knowing. Only Josh knew and I didn't exactly volunteer to give him that knowledge.

"How so?" She presses.

"Just is." I reply, "Well, we're about to start setting up so I'll speak to you later."

"Okay, love you Oli!"

"Love you too, Mom." I hung up, slipping the phone into my back pocket. I trail off into the bunks, poking Josh's face. "Hey, we needa set up."

"That's for us to decide, not you." He replies sourly, stuffing his face into his pillow.

"Would you like your show to be horrible?" Josh is quiet at my question, lifting his head to squint at me. He rolls his eyes, sliding from his bunk.

"Tyler." He says, shaking his bed curtain. "Get up, we need to set up to please 'Livia over here."

"Hey, if you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all." I chastise him, shaking my pointer finger at him.

"Well if I didn't say anything at all then we couldn't please you!" He shoots back.

I chuckle quietly, leaving the room to prepare for the day. I dig through my suitcase in the kitchen, searching for my favorite maroon sweater.

"Where is it?" I mumble, moving the variously colored fabrics around. When I couldn't find it, I began to panic, throwing shirts and jackets over my shoulder. "Ugh!" I scream, slamming down the leggings that occupied my hands.

"What?" A quiet voice asks from behind me.

"I can't find my favorite sweater." I inform him, turning around to a tired Tyler.

"So? It's just some sweater." He says, rubbing his warm brown eyes. Oh, those beautiful eyes.

"You don't get it..." I mutter, twisting back around. I feel hot tears begin to form and I try to swallow the daring lump in my throat. Tyler must have realized this because he ran over, placing a soft hand on my back.

"Hey, I'll buy you a new one!"

"That won't help, Tyler, this sweater was from my dad." He grows quiet at this information, still kneeling on some wrinkled shirts.

"Well then me and you can search for it." He breaks into his beautiful smile, standing up.
He holds out a hand and I reach up my braced hand to accept it, his strong arm lifting me off the ground.

He wipes a tear off my cheek, his callused finger swiping my skin. I smile at him, looking him in the eyes.

"T-thank you, Tyler." I stutter, dropping my gaze to the floor to avoid the awkwardness. I didn't want to give off the vibe I liked him too much, stepping back to create space between us.

"No problem, Livia. I can call you that, right?"

"Yeah, yeah you can."
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Searching with him was better than actually searching. By now, I was more excited just being with him than finding what I loved so much.

"So how's you and that guy from the movie theater?"

"What?" I ask astonished, my eyes wide.

"You and that dude, remember?

"Yeah! The guy you were jealous of?" I reply, smirking to myself.

"Why would you say that?" He suddenly asks, his voice dropping.

"I don't know, why do you ask?" I retaliate, turning to him.

"Nevermind." He replies quietly, peeking under the couch. "Found it!" He tells me, pulling out the sweater.

"Tyler!" I scream, launching myself to hug him. I probably shouldn't have, considering we'd both been crawling on the floor and I'd tackle him.

I quickly get off of his limp body, grabbing the sweater and hugging it tightly. He scampers up, shaking and a bit dizzy.

"Thank you so much, Tyler." I tell him, looking anywhere but him. Before I realize it, I peck him on his cheek and run to the bathroom.