polarize ~ tyler joseph fanfiction

Thirty One

As my eyes adjust to the impatient sun pouring from the tour bus windows, my head can't seem to rid itself from a constant dinging sound.

"What is that?" I frantically ask to no one in particular. I'm afraid I'm losing my mind! I scratch my head, blinking quickly in hopes to clear up my eyes.

"Your phone." A groggy yet loving voice answers. An olive hand with a dark tattooed wrist stretches out, offering me my heathen machine.

"Oh, thanks." I murmur, looking at the bright screen through bleary eyes.

Hundreds of tiny Instagram icons fill my ever so blurry vision, and I just can't understand why so many people are so intrigued with my account. I've had it for such a long time and no one has ever found me so important before.

I cautiously unlock my phone, surprised to see I have hundreds of follow requests. I've always kept my account on private because I've always been a bit personal. I like to keep things between me and my friends, not between me and people I've never met.

"What is this?" I mumble, scrolling through my feed. Lots of pictures are taken of me from third person, many of them consisting of my walks with the boys.

I click on one picture, reading the caption.

'I found her account!' It read, the picture including my username. I scrolled more, casually choosing random pictures and reading similar captions.

'This is her!'
'Omg she's so pretty LOOK!'
'I don't blame Tyler but what about me?!'

Don't blame Tyler? I travel over to his account, surprised to see a picture of me sleeping. On his chest! I look at the post date and he uploaded this merely minutes ago!

"Tyler..." I start, slowly turning my head. "What have you done?"

"Gone public." He says with a shrug, nibbling on an apple. I giggle at his nonchalant posture, holding my hand up.

"Toss me a banana." His face instantly contorts, his mouth hanging so far open I can see the crushed apple remains lingering in his mouth.

"Who are you?!" He demands, holding a banana by its end and pushing it to the end of the counter. "Bananas are disgusting."

"That's what she said." I mumble.

"Wait, what?!" He asks astonished, his eyes widening. "Please, tell me you did not-"

"So, today's an off day?" I ask, ignoring his questions and interrupting him.

"Yeah." He tells me, crossing his arms. "I don't know what us three should do..."

"Bowling!" I exclaim, throwing my hands in the air.

"Josh did say you'd know what to do. " Tyler says before walking into the bunks. "Josh you ready?" He asks, swinging open his curtain.

"Yeah, where to?"

"Bowling."
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I sit on the aging seat, slipping off my tennis shoes I had been already wearing. I had to quickly get ready because the boys felt it was urgent to hurry up and make it to the bowling center.

"I want to do lots of other things today!" Josh complained, rushing me to get ready.

"Here, let me do it for you." Tyler offers, kneeling down in front of me.

"No thanks." I say kindly, pulling one striped shoe onto my left foot.

"We rushed you, it's the least I can do." He persuades me, putting one hand on mine and pulling it away from my shoe.