Chapter Two- Stop thinking about the bullets from my mouth

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Title From: Hallelujah- Panic! At The Disco
Album: Hallelujah(Single)

Tyler Joseph...

"Tyler, we know you can play." Patrick whined as I clambered my fingers over the piano. I haven't played in two months, who knew I had to use it today? I fucking didn't. "Do you need me to teach you again?"

"No, I got it." I wrote angrily on a worn notepad. Pete sighed and stretch.

"You wanna talk to that new kid?" Pete nodded over to Josh. His red hair was curling around the end of his SnapBack, he fiddled with his nose ring every once in a while, and he stuck his tongue out when he tried to write down a note on his paper. I loved every second of Josh Dun. "When you're done staring at him, we can go over and say 'hi.' How does that sound Ty?"

"Shut up, Pete." I scribble down before joining the two on their escapade to the mysterious Josh Dun.

"Hi. Josh right?" Pete said casually, he practiced it over in his head. "I'm Pete, the shorty is Patrick, and the talker over there is Tyler."

"Well, salutations." Josh said, making me tilt my head in confusion.

"What does that mean? Is makes me want crackers." I write carefully and show the notepad to Josh.

"You've never heard 'salutations' before?" The three stared at me, dumbfounded. I shake my head no and Pete whacks me in the back of my head.

"Owww!" I mouth awkwardly. "That fucking hurt."

"Stop being a pussy, ask Josh to join our group already."
Patrick sassed.

"Woah, I see Sasstrick is here today." I write down.

"Did I say you can talk? No, now go ask him." Patrick points to a scared looking Josh. His first impression of Patrick, was him being sassy as Hell. After that day, I had to explain to him that Patrick isn't always like that.

"Hi, Josh." I blush as I write his name down. "You want to hang out with us after school, and for the rest of our lives?"

"Is this a cult? This sounds like a cult." Josh laughs making me smile. "Don't worry, I like you. Of course I'll hang out with you guys. You are the first few who asked by the way."

"Really?!" I scribble down.

"Yeah, even the girls didn't talk to me." Josh shrugs, making me mentally frown.

"Oh, why do you think that is?" Patrick asks with concern. He's back to his old self again.

"They probably found out that I'm bisexual." Josh mutters. He's bi?! Fuck yeah!

"Well, that's cool. Cause we're pretty much the gayest there is in this town." Pete jokes, not really, and puts his arm protectively around Patrick's waist.

"Tyler, are they dating?" Josh whispers to me, causing silent giggle to escape my lips.

"I wish. They're practically soul mates." I sigh as the bell rings and the announcements that were spoken this morning come on shortly after.

"You want to ride with me Baby Boy?" Josh smirks at me, causing me to blush at the terrible nickname. I felt my mouth try to form words, occasionally stumbling over each other and stuttering.

"He would love to." Patrick interjected. Thank God for Patrick Martin Stump. "I can just ride with Pete."

"Sounds fantastic." Josh smiles at me, causing my blush to deepen. He intertwined our hands, guiding me away from my friends. "Well, this was an... interesting first day."

"Was it? I thought it was an uneventful day." I write down. Josh chuckles and releases my hand when we see a teacher turn around the corner.

"Afternoon Tyler, Josh." Mr. Garret greeted us.

"Hello Sir." Josh says politely, but slips his hand back into mine the moment he turns his back to us. "Come on, I bet Patrick and Pete are already there!"

17:24, Tyler's house.

"So you live in the rich neighborhood?" Josh teases me. I shake my head and shrug at his childness. I guess I did. My neighborhood had a night watch, along with a spiked gate which made it very hard for me and Pete to sneak out to see Patrick, there is nothing but small mansions, and we also have a curfew. For all the kids.

"I guess so." I shrug and wait to see my house. I pass Tay' s house. She lives with her moms. Then I pass Alex. He has two homophobic parents who have possibly the gayest son there is, I mean, he has pink and blue hair at the same time. He's the only person who can pull that off. Then I see my house. A pale grey mini-mansion with white washed fences surrounding us. "This is it."

"Ah, the richest house possible for a teenager." Josh smiled and parked in my driveway, just behind Pete and Patrick. "I hope those two live a happy life together."

"Me too." I write, then trash it.

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