Tyler's car was something else. It was old, very old. The seats were worn out, and you could barely tell that they used to be leather. There were Slushie cups everywhere, and it smelt like pine. The car itself was navy blue, and I stood taller than it by about a foot. Tyler cringed at it.
"Yeah, its all I can afford at the moment." He turned a bit red.
"No, its fine. Its kind of cute." I commented. Tyler sighed in relief.
"Alright then," he opened the passenger door for me.
"M'lady." He took a big bow. I laughed.
"Why thank you sir." I replied jokingly as I ducked into the car.
Do you know when you step into a place that is so overwhelmingly hot that you can't breath? Yeah, that was Tyler's car. Tyler ran around the hood of his apparent Toyota and crouched into the drivers seat. Quickly, he put his keys in the car and blasted the AC. At first it was only blowing hot air around, but after a few seconds, it was cold.
"Okay so where are you going?" Tyler asked me.
"To the Columbus Office Depot," I began, "its my favorite place to hang out with all of my friends. Gotta love those high quality office chairs."
Tyler laughed as he began to drive.
"So Emily, tell me about yourself. How did you find your passion for office supplies? What do you do on your spare time?" Tyler asked me.
"Well, I really love 'The Killers'. They're a great band. I Moved in with my Dad and his girlfriend five years ago, and I don't really do much else with my life."
Tyler nodded.
"Fascinating. Very fascinating."
"So, tell me about this band of yours?" I questioned him.
"Okay. I started this band a few months back with my two friends from school, Nick and Chris, but they didn't have enough time for it. Then Chris introduced me to Josh, and bam! Twenty One Pilots!"
"21 Pilots?" I asked.
"Yes, Twenty One Pilots, spelled literally 'Twenty One'. Its the name of our band." Tyler explained.
"How did you come up with that idea?" I was curious to know.
"Well, there are two of us in the band. Half of two is one. Pilots are cool." Tyler was grinning. I laughed too.
"But actually," he continued, " I was studying a play in school called 'All my Sons' by a man called Arthur Miller. Its a play about a man who has to decide what's best for his family after causing the death of 21 Pilots in World War II, because he sent them faulty parts for their planes to save his business. I was inspired to name our band 'Twenty One Pilots' after that play."
"Wow." I said. "That's kind of sad."
"Yes, it is." Tyler replied. I looked out of the window. I was still about fifteen minutes away from work.
"So, what are your hobbies?" I asked him.
"Well, asides from what you saw with the piano and the singing, I play the ukulele, guitar, accordion and keytar. I also rap."
"Whoa, that's a lot..." I was impressed. He seemed proud.
"Most people would make a comment on the keytar." He remarked jokingly.
"The keytar is very cool, screw the people that oppress the power of the keytar."
"Are you hailing the keytar?"
"By God I am hailing the keytar!" I then began to giggle. Tyler joined in.
"I also play basketball, but was offered a scholarship at Otterbein after I graduated, but I turned it down. Music is way better. Besides, I think my brother Zack is the athletic one in the family. My sister is sporty as well, mind you, so is Jay."
He went silent for a second.
"Yeah, our family needed a musician."
"You have a lot of siblings. I've just got Henry." I commented.
"Lucky. Imagine being the oldest out of three athletes."
I imagined this for a second.
"Nope, can't imagine it."
Tyler laughed. "We're here."
I looked back outside. We had pulled up to the Office Depot. I was sad to leave Tyler, he's the only person who I've talked to in a while who actually seemed... Fun. I picked up my bag from the floor of the car and opened the door.
"I'll, see you around, right?" Tyler asked me.
"It depends, will I get to witness your mad keytar skills?" I raised my eyebrow. Tyler put on a serious face.
"It would be an honor to showcase my sick keytar talents."
I cracked a grin.
"Bye." I said as I walked through the parking lot. When I turned around, Tyler's blue Toyota was still there, and he was looking straight out into the road.
'What was he thinking about?' I thought. I continued to walk down the parking lot until I heard a car drive away. Tyler's blue Toyota was gone.
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Don't Let me be Gone //Tyler Joseph// (#Wattys2016)
Fanfiction::COMPLETED:: Columbus was never a home for Emily. All she had was her alcoholic father and younger step brother. She never thought that things would get any better, until she met Tyler.
