Only Few Understand | Joshler Fanfic

Chapter 1

So please excuse me if anything I'm stating is incorrect. That is all

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Tyla's pov

Another day, another struggle. It's 4.05 in the morning right now and I cant seem to sleep. This always happens and I'm constantly sleep deprived when I go to school. I look up at the ceiling since it's the only thing not covered in posters or messy.

"I wonder what it feels like to have a normal sleeping schedule" I mumble to myself. I guess I'll just go back to tossing and turning.

Time skip

I wake up to the loud strumming of the ukulele of We Don't Believe What's On Tv by my favourite band of all time Twenty One Pilots. My room is dark as hell cause the curtains are still down and I don't plan on putting them up anytime soon.

I walk to my bathroom and repeat the same morning routine that I do everyday then go to my closet to pick out my outfit. All I see are baggy sweaters and jeans. That's basically what I wear everyday anyway. I look in the mirror as I put on today's pick and feel disgust rush all over me. Why do I have to be this way? Why me?

I've pondered these questions way too many times now. I decide now is not the time since I'm already late as I rush downstairs and grab a peanut butter snack bar and head off to school. As I'm walking to school I feel something being thrown at my back. I look around and see the one and only Brendon Urie along with his group of asshole bullies.

"Hey emo kid! Gonna preach about gender equality again?" he shouted at me

"Yeah, make it quick!" one of his henchmen said

I've dealt with this for way too long and know the best way to throw them off. Just turn your back and walk away. I guess you could say that's how I deal with all my problems. My mom is a single mom and she's working her ass off to take care of me since my ass of a father left her after she told him she was pregnant. Not before abusing her to no end of course. I guess you could say I've had a tough background, what with me being unsure about my gender as well. I've always felt different.

I used to look at magazines and all these girls were wearing dresses and using makeup and I was told indirectly that that was how girls were supposed to be. Commercials promoting hour-glass body shape achievers and what not. I don't know but I've never taken an interest in any of that. If there's anything I'm into, it would be music. Music has really saved me at times when I'm most desperate and I honestly don't know where and how I would be right now if I hadn't discovered Twenty One Pilots. (true testimony btw )

As I approach the school doors, I get the same feeling of dread that I get every time I go to this place called hel-school. I walk in looking down at the floor and trying to avoid everyone. Once I reach my locker, I start to take all my books out and go to my classroom. As I'm walking, I suddenly see this kid running through the corridor of my school and it just so happens that I was in his way. He bumps into me and knocks me off my feet. My books and files go flying all over the floor and I look up, ready to throw a fit at the person who knocked me over. I'm instantly greeted by the warmest brown eyes that I have ever seen in my life and all the anger is suddenly gone.

"Hi, I'm sorry about that. I'm Josh. Josh Dun. Lemme help you with that"

Omg his voice. I'm a goner.