midnight man (joshler)

chapter two/bro he looks like a vampire

for those who might take the titles too seriously, tyler is not a vampire.

i am not into that type of fanfic

no sir-ee.

chapter two/bro he looks like a vampire

the weird thing about tyler - as if there aren't many - is that he didn't ask to be dropped off at home. earlier, it didn't look like he had parked a car anywhere. obviously if he had, he wouldn't have asked me for a ride. strangely, he asked me to take him to a lovely little bookstore not far from where i work.

the bookstore is located right smack-dab in the middle of a shopping centre. my beloved gas station is located a decent five minutes away by car, maybe a good fifteen if you walk, but it looks much further away given its placement toward the outskirts.

after i pulled up to the curb, he smiled gratefully at me, bid me a good night, and climbed out the passenger door of my car. i waited for him to walk all the way inside the store (possibly to make sure he wasn't lying to me about staying there) before gently veering away, back toward the gas station.

even now, as i sit with my hands propped up underneath my chin, my mind is reeling. why did he want to go to that park? why didn't he go to a home of some sort? why doesn't he sleep normally? why is he going to a bookstore at almost two in the morning?

i frown, realizing most of these questions are unanswerable alone and it's unlikely tyler will explain anything to me. of course, he's not obligated to - it'd just be nice. not that he's not nice or anything i just think -

"josh! you're still here?" mark asks, wiping slobber from his chin as he steps into the gas station from the backroom.

"what do you mean?"

"your shift ended like an hour ago," he shrugs, looking around for his jacket.

"it did?"

i glance at the clock above the drinks and find he's right. i have spent half an hour past my shift thinking about tyler joseph and the weird drive we took. man, what is this guy doing to me?

"ah, shit, my mom's probably worried sick then," i groan, scrambling to find all my belongings. i don't trust the day-time crew to leave my stuff alone.

"ha," mark snorts. "as if she's awake you moron."

"oh trust me. she's definitely awake," i shake my head. for some reason my mom's always awake when i come home. i don't know why, or what she spends her time doing while waiting for me, but she does.

"okay, dude, whatever you say," he rolls his eyes.

"hm, have you seen my phone?" i frown, patting my pockets searching for the device.

"this it?" he picks it up from the counter.

"ah, thanks!" i beam, sticking it in my jacket pocket.

"so, where were you?" he asks me.

"when?"

"i don't know. about an hour ago? i woke up to ol' harold dinging the bell a thousand times because you weren't here."