I have an interview today.
I don't know what to tell (y/n). Like, I know I have to tell her the truth, but do I have to tell her the whole truth?
"Hey, (Y/n)?" I called from across the house. She walked quickly to where I was in the living room, standing by the front door.
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to an interview with Josh."
"An interview? What for?"
"My job," I answered quickly. "I'm a musician." I mentally face palmed myself. How could I not tell her about work? I mean, I can't tell her what band I'm in, and she never asked, So I'm assuming-
"I know."
-she already knew.
"I just didn't know if you were getting a side job or something. Oh! That reminds me! I work a late shift today. You and Josh should have boys night or whatever," (Y/n) suggested. I giggled.
"Sure thing. See you later," I quickly kissed her lips and hugged her, then opened the door and leaving. I got in my car, starting it. That's when a thought came.
Does she know I'm from Twenty One Piolts?
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I Fell And You Caught Me | Tyler Joseph X Reader
FanfictionTrigger Warning: Suicidal Actions, Depression "Goodbye," I whispered. And with that, I let myself fall. Now the question is, how did I get to the hospital?
