Band Oneshots

White Walls (Joshler)

Band: twenty øne piløts

Pairing: Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun

Tyler POV

'Come on, Josh, come on!' I whispered more to myself than the sleeping boy in front of me. I was losing my mind in this place. Why did everything have to be white? White walls, white beds, white everything. I hate it in here. 

A rustling noise stopped my angry thoughts and brought my attention back to Josh. His red hair poked out from under the thin sheets on the bed. 'What did I say about watching me sleep, man, it's creepy!' He grumbled. I immediately turned defensive. 

'I was not watching you, I wanted you to wake up! I... had another nightmare again.' I admitted. His eyes immediately snapped open and he sat up so fast he had to lie back down so he didn't pass out. When he had regained himself he said, 'What's wrong? What happened in it? Are you okay?' He jumped out of bed and pushed me to sit down. 'Josh, I'm fine. I forgot to take me meds last night is all.' I said reassuringly. His look of concern changed to one of disapproval. I knew what he was thinking.

'Fine, I didn't take them on purpose. But I have a good reason!' I interrupted his protests. Josh sat back. 'They make it worse if anything. They make it harder to sleep, harder to eat. And they taste funny.' I added, wrinkling my nose in disgust. Josh's expression softened. He didn't say anything, just hugged me, pulling me into his arms. 'Tyler, you do have to take them. They stop the voices, right?' He said carefully, not wanting to trigger me. 'Just try. Please?' He begged. Damn puppy eyes. I sighed. 'Fine.'

Josh POV 

I kept my arms wrapped around Tyler for a bit after that, pleased. At least I had convinced him for today. 'Josh..' I heard a whisper on my shoulder. 'Yes Ty?'

'I have to go to therapy.' I could hear the unwillingness in his voice. He shifted off my lap onto the bed and ran a hand through his short hair. He stood up to leave, and stared at me. 'I swear,' he mumbled, 'You're the most colourful thing in this place with that hair.' I laughed as he walked out. 

When he had closed the door, I began to worry. I can't help it, my paranoia sets in whenever he leaves the room. Standing up, I had to agree with him. The walls were so white it was hurting my eyes. I checked the clock. Meds. I grabbed them out of the small bedside table drawer and walked to the bathroom to get a glass of water. Looking in the mirror as I left, I couldn't help but laugh. With all the white background, my hair stood out ridiculously. 

I swallowed the pills and went back to the bedroom. And I thought about Ty, like I did every time he went to therapy. I thought about his face, his unique, deep brown eyes that always looked either bored or panicked. I thought about his strange habits that I found adorable, like the way he click his tongue when he's bored, or how he eats trying to sit so close to the table that he ends up with small bruises on his stomach. And I realised in that one moment.

I liked Ty. Not as a friend though. Like something more. I was in love with the psychotic depressive boy  who hates the colour white. And I had to tell him. But I couldn't. We live in the same room, and if he didn't feel the same the tension would be unbearable and I would lose my best friend. I couldn't deal with that. 

Tyler POV 

I returned from therapy feeling exactly the same as every other day. Annoyed at the sappy sweet therapist and her slow, gentle voice. Asking me if 'my demons had left.' Obviously she's trying to refer to the fact that I'm gay. I made the mistake of telling her, and now she's convinced that this is whole reason I'm depressed. Ha. 

Opening the door to my room, I noticed Josh was lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. 'Watcha doing?' I asked confused. He jumped about a foot, and I snorted with laughter. 'Hey, that wasn't funny!' He protested, but I could see he was trying hard to not laugh too.  He lay back down. ' Hey, did you ever notice that the ceiling is a different shade of white than the wall?' He sounded spaced out. I was still confused. 'Um, I think there's only one shade of white... Are you okay?' 

'I don't think so.' He replied. 'Everything is shaking and I can feel the Earth moving!' He gasped. 'Can you feel it too Ty?' I was now less confused, as I had noticed his pills on the cabinet. I couldn't help but laugh again as I realised what was happening. Josh was high on his anxiety medication. 

We spent the rest of the night laughing at the stupid things Josh said while he was high on the floor. I couldn't help but find this side of him absolutely adorable as I watched him stare off into space and then come back to Earth with some strange comment. We ended up cuddled together on my bed, giggling in silent fits of laughter as the doctors walked past and stared at us weirdly through the window in the door. 

'Ty?' I heard. 'Yes Josh?'

'Why are the walls so white?'

'They've always been white, Josh. Always.' 

'Oh, okay. Night Ty. Love ya.'

I was shocked. I wondered if he meant that, or he was only saying it cause he was high as a kite. I considered my options, and whispered back.

'Love you too, Josh.' I drifted off to sleep.

Josh POV

He said it back. 

Yay aww idk if this is what therapists are like, sorry if I annoyed anyone