Josh Dun, the awkward punk kid who is really nice and no one really likes.
Tyler Joseph, The cool guy on the basket ball team who everyone has heard of.
My first fanfic, probably going to be bad.
"So, Mrs. Joseph, Tyler needs to get 500 baskets before dinner?" Josh's mom said.
"Yes. He said he wants to do basketball so he will excel at it."
"Well our boys are good," I looked at her, my parents still thought I was dating Jenna. "friends, they are good friends." Well she understood my dilemma.
"Tyler how did you meet Josh again?"
"Well, dad, he's in my music class. He plays percussion." My father looked unimpressed. "Um, also, Josh and I are," I grabbed his hand and held it up, "dating."
My mother looked at me with wild eyes. My father looked like he was going to beat me. My siblings were smiling because I talked to them about how cute I thought Josh was. His mother was surprised. His siblings were also smiling.
"You're what!" My father spat the words.
"Dear, he said they are dating." At least I knew my mother was accepting.
"No, Tyler, let's go." He grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the table out to the car. "You have to make it a big show! You can't just raise your held hands and say your dating! I know your not an actor but at least learn how to impress people!" Wait what?! He was critiquing me on my way of telling them! "I never liked that Jenna girl, too blonde. She could have been smart, if she acted the part. But Josh, oh he's a keeper!"
"Dad are you not telling me something?" My father looked like he was a deer caught in the headlights.
"Anywho, he plays percussion, that means drums right?" I nodded my head at my dad.
"A drummer, my son is getting better at choosing date mates."
"Don't say that again." We were walking back towards the house. Everyone was staring at us while we sat back down and ate. I looked over at Josh.
"What's up?" He shook his head like he was coming out of a daydream.
"Nothing, your dad yelled at you right? You just seem happy."
"You could say that." I looked over at my dad and we started laughing at each other.
Josh
I really liked Mr. Joseph. He was more accepting then I thought, the only thing he didn't like was Tyler's way of telling him. He played Mario Kart with me. It was weird.
-*~+~*-
"Tyler, I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday." He started blushing.
"Dude! That's a great song lyric!" Pete piped in.
"I could sing it?" Patrick spoke.
"Patrick has a soul voice!" Brendon spoke up.
"Meet me at my house tomorrow?" Patrick directed his question to Pete.
"See you there!" Pete responded.
"I drew something last night." Killer exclaimed.
"Show meeee!" Brendon was close to getting on his knees and begging her. She started rustling around in her bag.
"Here.
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A chorus of woahs was heard at our table.
"I didn't know you could draw like that!" Jess said. Killer was blushing heavily.
"That's really good young egg."
"Thanks Josh."
"You take art right?"
"Yeah." I left it at that. I could tell she was getting nervous.
"Anyone know where Mel is?" Jess said. Everyone shook their heads. She looked down at the table. Everyone at this table was in a relationship, wow. Well, in a relationship, more or so argues every five seconds.
"Hey Tyler!" It was Mark.
"What do you want Mark?" He rolled his eyes.
"Why don't you leave the fag table and come sit with us again?!" He really needs to learn some new insults.
"Yeah that would be a great idea." What was he doing?! He stood up, turned around and punched him in the nose. A chorus of ooooos was let out by our table while marks nose started bleeding profusely. Before Mark could punch him back he was already on the ground.
"Tyler since when are you Jackie Chan." Pete said. He shrugged.
"I hope you know that your going to be suspended." I spoke up.
"No, I was standing up for you guys. An-" He was kicked in the small of his back. He fell to the ground. After he fell, Mark kept kicking him. Gerard and Frank rushed over and pulled him off.
"Tyler!"
"Yeah?" He was oddly calm.
"You're on the ground." I stated, matter-of-factly.
"Yep." He tries standing up when he looked at me with utter fright. "I can't feel my legs." Mark was laughing his ass off. That's when Killer went up to him.
"You are an ass! It's a good thing Tyler left your table!" She yelled even more ineligible words.
"Josh, police." He was right police officers were walking into the cafeteria.
"What happened?" A female questioned.
"He," I gestured to Mark, who was sitting on the ground, being held down by some cops. "Has been harassing my friends and I for a while, Tyler got in a fight with him. He hit Tyler and he fell to the ground. Tyler claims he can't feel his legs." She was writing what I said in a notepad. Paramedics walked in a gurney. Thy lifted Tyler up and shoved Mark out of the cafeteria doors. Tyler did the universal symbol for a phone and pointed at me. I nodded in return.
Wow, drama. Who knows what will happen next. Well I should but I don't. Please don't hurt me!!
