chapter eight

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tyler woke up, nervous as hell, as his head started to run trough a million thoughts.

what if he sees me in person and doesn't like me anymore?

what if he thinks i'm boring?

what if he doesn't like my dresses?

what if he doesn't want to see me again?

he looked really worried, and as he went downstairs, his mom noticed it.

"good morning, Tyler. are you excited?", she asked.

"excited? i think, i am more like terrified,"

"oh, honey. and why are you terrified?", she asked as she tried to hug him.

he pulled away - he didn't really like hugs that much - and said, "what if the whole thing doesn't work out and what if he doesn't like me? what will i do without Josh? i mean, yeah, we've only been talking for like two weeks, but we talked basically everyday and all day, and he already means a lot to me, and i am already scared because i always manage to ruin everything with people in general, and i don't wanna lose him, he understands me better than anyone else, i, i am terrified".

"Tyler, positive thoughts. think it this way: what if you find out he's interested in you too and wants to keep seeing you, maybe more often?"

"i don't know if that could happen, but whatever, i'll try to keep it in mind".

"when is Josh going to pick you up?"

"around 10pm, i'm staying out for lunch, maybe for dinner too," Tyler said, as he smiled nervously.

"it's almost half past nine, you should get ready, and put on nice clothes if you want a new boyfriend!", Tyler's mom laughed.

he looked at her in a weird way, went upstairs, and decided to put on a pair of black jeans, and a white t-shirt with his favorite pair of vans.

"well, at least it's not total black," his mom smiled.

"i look fine, don't i?", he asked, nervously.

"you do. but don't get too worried about clothes. you always look nice, baby".

"thank you mom, thank you so much," Tyler said.

Tyler went out of the house and sat on his porch. he looked at the time. 9:37. he realised he had a couple texts. one was off Patrick, and one was off Josh.

joshua: oh my god

he smiled as he decided to reply.

tyler joseph: me too

joshua: my gps says i'm gonna be there in 20 minutes so i will get there actually on time and i never get on time anywhere (except work, you know, i dont wanna lose my job lol)

tyler joseph: thats cool, i'm sitting on my porch and waiting for you

joshua: fuck you i wanted to ring the bell and be romantic and pretend u were my date for prom :-(

tyler joseph: sorry patrick is calling me and i gotta reply, see you in 20 minutes then

joshua: yes oh my goddddd

Tyler picked up Patrick's call.

"i was chatting with Josh, why are you so annoying?", he smiled.

"i wanted to go out today, and i was like: hey, let's call my best friend Tyler Joseph and ask him to hang out, hoping that he doesn't insult me when he picks up!, but hey, whatever," Patrick said while laughing.

"man, this is why you're my best friend", Tyler whispered.

"so, are we hanging out?"

"no, i'm going on a date".

"WITH THE HOT GUY?", Patrick yelled.

"he has a name, and hey, get your eyes off him, dude".

"yeah, i only have eyes for Pete and you know it. but that Josh guy is hot".

"whatever,"

"i will not annoy you all day unless you tell me everything when you get home. deal?"

"okay, talk to you tonight".

"love you buddy, talk to you later". Patrick hung up.

Tyler looked at the time. 9:48. he was really nervous; he always felt uncomfortable and incredibly stressed whenever he had to go out with people, except Patrick. 

he thought he wouldn't feel bad with the thought of going out with Josh, but apparently he did.

and then there was something else up.

he didn't really sleep well last night.

and he hadn't eaten in two days.

he started to feel anxious.

positive thoughts, positive thoughts.

positive thoughts.

positive? no.

negative thoughts.

negative thoughts, negative thoughts.

he went into his house. his eyes started tearing up, but he didn't know why.

"mom, i don't think i'm feeling really w-"

black.


a.n. / i know you wanted them to go out together and i wanted that too but things were going too fast and im a bitch so yeah i hate myself lol

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