Save Our Heavy Dirty Souls

Chapter 8~ Thnks Fr th mmrs

~Domo's P.O.V~

I look over at Akira. Seeing her like this hurt me.

"Well, thanks for the memories. Even if some of them weren't sweet." Akira said and walked out. I went to go follow her but josh held me back. "I have to go after her." I said. Josh just shook his head. "Let her blow off her steam. I don't need you getting hurt." I sighed, "But-" Josh cut me off, "I get it you're worried, you're the main worry here, she's just being stubborn right now, I'll take her something of Tyler's later, maybe she'll calm down." Josh said. I looked at him and basically attacked him in a hug. "Thank you." The words barely leave me in an attempt not to cry. Josh wraps his arms around me in an embrace, "No problem, Ill do whatever if it means you're okay in the end." I could basically hear the blush in his voice. I just hug tighter, I don't know what it is, but something about Josh.... It gives me the urge, the will, to keep going. I honestly, like the feeling. The feeling of having a will to live. I released from the hug and seen Josh blushing. "Joshua are you blushing?" I said smirking "Are you teasing me?" Josh said. I guess that's a yes! "of course its a yes you dingdong!" Josh said laughing. I punched him lightly. "DO NOT CALL ME A DINGDONG" I yelled slightly too loud. "Dingdong" Joshua said smirking. I got up in his face " Potato. " I said smirking back but leaning my head a bit closer. As insults like "cunt bastard" and "Shit stick" flew back and forth we eventually ended up with our noses touching. "Hey, Domo?" Josh asked "Yeah, Josh?" I said. "May I give you a kiss?" He said politely and shy. "Eh. I don't see why not." I said smirking. It all started happening so fast. He grabbed my face and my waist, and pulled me closer and his soft lips crashed against mine in a gentle kiss. " ah c'mon, I'm not fragile" I teased. He blushed horrendously. All of a sudden the kiss got heavier and deeper, but still gentle. When we broke away, Akira was standing there watching us, blushing.

~Akira's P.Ø.V~
I had left my phone in here somehow and when I came back I saw Josh and Domo basically sucking each others faces off (okay, okay it wasn't that serious but you get the point.) "Imma just-" I grab my phone, "Go..." I can hear the sound of one of them getting ready to say something but I slip away, Im happy for them but at the same time it kind of hurt.... To see other people happy, when your just.... Numb inside, I know it sounds selfish but I can't help but feel that way... Im not sure if I like Tyler or if its just one of those crush things that fans get when it comes to their favorite band member, but no matter what I do the memory of Tyler walking away in the rain and then disappearing replays in my head over and over. At some point I just kind of space out and after a while I notice I'm in my room. The posters on my wall taunt me, the most of them Twenty One Pilots, my eyes drift to Tyler, the urge to rip the posters off my wall rises but instead I settle for grabbing the television near the wall and throwing it on the ground, the pieces shattering, It helps... It helps release some of the anger, but I don't stop there, I flip my dressers and I knock all the snowglobes I own onto the ground and they shatter creatin a mess. I let out a pained scream as I tear at certain posters on the wall, I see a stray CD laying on the floor through tears. I walk over to it and I pick it up, nothing but a small crack is on it, I wipe my eyes and that's when I see what it is.... The BlurryFace Album. I break into tears and I fall on my bed. Why? Why me...? I clutch the CD in my hand, It's his fault.... I throw the CD as hard as I can and it shatters. I hate him! He's why Tyler left.... I remember back to the cliff where Tyler and I were. His eyes.... They had a reddish tent to them.... And the look in his eyes, It looked like fear.... But of what? Just thinking of him causes me to cry more. I hear my door creak open and there's a long silence. "Akira.... I brought you something..." Josh's voice is quiet as the sound of his shoes crunching against the glass on the floor gets closer. "It belongs to Tyler.... He left it back at our place." I turn to look at Josh. In his hands is the black skeleton hoodie I've seen Tyler wear on stage so many times usually while performing HeavyDirtySoul, the same song Domo and I performed the night we met Tyler and Josh. "He must've went back and got his things, It was the only thing he left, I thought maybe you'd want it..." Josh holds the hoodie out to me and I take it, wiping my eyes. "Thank you." Josh nods and walks out.