twenty one pilots one shots

Flower Crowns

A/N: I never write enough happy one-shots so here

People Involved: Tyler and Jenna

Warning(s): Potentially fatal fluff

"C'mon, Tyler," 6-year-old Jenna Black whined to her best friend. "Please wear it!"

Tyler Joseph, several months older than Jenna and already seven, pouted at the object in Jenna's little hands.

She had plucked a bunch of daisies from the fresh spring grass and tied the stems into simple knots, creating a flower crown.

"It has flowers, Jenna," Tyler argued. "Flowers are for girls."

That made Jenna pout back. "Flowers aren't just for girls," She corrected primply, lifting her chin. "Boys can wear flower crowns, too."

"Maybe other boys, but not me," Tyler declared defiantly, folding his arms. "No, siree!"

"Wearing a flower crown doesn't make you a princess," Jenna pressed further, determined to crown her best friend with the circle of daisies. "It can make you a prince, too! Don't you want to be a prince, Tyler?"

Tyler narrowed his eyes at the younger girl, the latter beginning to slouch defeatedly.

Jenna looked down, preparing to give her friend her best "pleeeeaaaassssseeeee" face.

She jutted out her lower lip as far as she could, blinking several times to produce crocodile tears.

She looked up, making direct eye contact with Tyler.

"Pretty please, Tyler?" She asked innocently, batting her eyelashes and sniffling.

Tyler's steeled expression became a bit more malleable as he found himself face to face with Jenna's secret weapon.

"Fine," He groaned. "I'll wear it."

Jenna leapt to her feet, spreading her arms and legs in her victory.

Once her feet touched the ground again, she walked over and carefully placed the delicate daisycrown on her friend's head.

She sighed, taking a step back to admire her work.

The daisies stood out against his chocolate hair, as well as the yellow puffs that lied in the center, keeping the petals together.

"Jenna," Her mother called. "Did you force Tyler to wear that flower crown?"

"Yes, Mommy," Jenna answered cheerfully, as if she had just won a prestigious award.

Her mother laughed, shaking her head. "I have to take a picture of this. You two are the cutest."

Jenna's mother disappeared into the house for a moment before returning with her camera.

Jenna giggled when she heard Tyler groan from behind her. He probably doesn't like that Mrs. Black was making this humiliating moment last forever.

"Say 'cheese,' kids!" Jenna's mother smiled as she pointed her camera at the young friends.

Jenna did as she was told with the biggest grin she could muster, but Tyler followed instructions begrudgingly and forced a smile.

10 years later...

"C'mon, Tyler," Jenna, now 16 years old, whined once again. "You did it ten years ago, why not now?"

"Flower crowns are for hipsters," 17-year-old Tyler replied, pulling blades of grass from the ground.

"Well, at least you aren't gender stereotyping anymore," Jenna sighed. "But you looked so cute last time! Remember the picture my mom took of us when I finally convinced you to wear the flower crown? You looked adorable!"