twenty one pilots one shots

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A/N: Another creepy Jenna ayyyyeee but she's more crazy than creepy in this one but idk you know what to expect (sorta)

They were lying on the grass in Tyler's backyard, gazing up at the stars. Jenna had her hand in Tyler's, their fingers laced together.

If it were a summer night, they would be wading in the pool, splashing each other, floating on their backs to watch the stars. But the shadow of February was looming over January; it was far too cold.

"Do you know if there are any constellations out tonight?" Jenna asked Tyler, turning her head.

"I'm not sure," Tyler shook his head. "Maybe we can find some."

Jenna nodded, returning her gaze to the stars. "There's the Big Dipper," She pointed out, tracing the constellation with her index finger. "Right there."

"Oh, yeah," Tyler smiled. "Nice."

"Are you okay, Ty?" Jenna asked, turning her head again. "You don't seem very excited or as energetic as you usually are."

"Yeah, I'm fine," Tyler answered, squeezing Jenna's hand. "I'm kind of tired, that's all."

"Do you want to go ahead and go inside so you can get some rest?" Jenna crooned with concern.

"No, I'll be okay," Tyler reassured her. "I can sleep later."

"Are you sure?" Jenna persisted, still concerned.

"Yes, Jen. There's no reason to be concerned." Tyler stated, kissing her forehead.

"Okay," Jenna smiled, closing her eyes as she felt his lips against her forehead. "I'll try not to be."

"Thank you, though," Tyler added, running his free hand through Jenna's hair. "You're one of the kindest people I know, Jenna. I'm so happy I found you."

Jenna grinned, thankful for the darkness that was hiding the rosy tint in her cheeks. She looked down at the grass, letting a giggle fall from her lips and float in the night air.

When she looked up, she was looking right into his eyes. She saw complete adoration, which made her smile falter for a fraction of a second.

Did those brown irises really have eyes for another woman?

Jenna mentally slapped herself. She knew what she saw. Even if he really did love her, it wasn't enough to keep him from acting on lustful desires.

"This grass is kind of itchy," Jenna mumbled. "Do you want me to go inside and get some blankets?"

"If you like," Tyler replied, nodding. "This grass is pretty itchy."

Jenna nodded, kissing Tyler's cheek before she let go of his hand and stood up.

As she felt the blades of grass gently poke the bottom of her bare feet, she let out a trembling sigh.

Lying next to him like she used to was painful now that she knew Tyler cheated on her.

It was hard to hold his hand knowing it had touched another woman, loaned parts of its fingerprints to stain his lover's skin. It was hard to kiss his cheek knowing someone else's lipstick had painted it red.

She shook her head, steeling herself as she opened the back door to enter the inside of Tyler's home.

She found herself in the kitchen, the area bringing back memories of flour fights, bringing spoons to each other's lips, licking beaters, and getting food stains by the side of her mouth.

She shook her head again. She was being far too sentimental and nostalgic tonight. The time they had together was about to spend its last penny.

She walked over to the kitchen island, where her purse sat. She pulled the two sides apart, the button coming undone and revealing the contents.