Hunger and Highs (BEING REWRITTEN)

Twelve- From the Heart

//unedited\\

~Tyler~

I laid on my bed, sulking slight about what had just happened with Josh. Maybe I shouldn't have told him to get out, maybe I shouldn't have said anything about it and everything would be fine. And of course Tyler Joseph can't keep his mouth shut. I wanted to find him, apologize for being a selfish person but I didn't know where to find him. And I couldn't just walk out of the front door, I had my pride.

So I did the next best thing; I walked over to the window and opened it, making sure I had plenty of safe ways to get down. I stepped onto the windowsill, looking around to make sure no one was watching, and then started climbing down the side of my house. I almost pretended to be Spider-Man but then realized that I couldn't because I was nearly a grown ass man. So I started wandering the streets, not venturing out to far but somehow winding up at a park. A park that just seemed to be empty.

It was abandoned, nearly, and it made me sad to see that. Maybe I'd talk to dad about revamping it for the kids around the area to come play after school and during the summer. I kept checking my phone, trying to see if maybe I'd get lucky and he'd text someone to tell them where he was and it went to the wrong person. Of course that only happened in those cliche as fuck scenarios that teenage girls make up in order to over look the fact that they're incredibly delusional.

Of course I supposed that I was delusional too. What chance did I have to get him to forgive me? I just blew up in his face when I knew good and well that he was fragile and he could snap at any moment. I should've just let him go, I should have just agreed and let him leave. I should have-

"Hello?" I heard a very strange voice say to me. It was deep, foreign but damn it sounded good. I turned to him, seeing a guy just slightly shorter than me, nice then yet attractive frame with dark, fluffy brown hair, and I just happened to notice that his nails were painted a pastel color. "I'm new here, foreign exchange student, and I was wondering if you could tell me where the Royal Queen apartments were located? Or point me in the general direction at least?" He stated shyly. He didn't seem to be a shy person, just seemed a bit embarrassed to be asking for help. I smiled.

"Sure, I just so happen to be going in that direction so I'll walk you there. My name's Tyler." I said while holding my thin hand out to him. I grimaced when I realized just how bony my hand really was, but he shook it nonetheless. His skin contrasted against mine, and against his plump pink lips.

"Troye." He informed with a firm hand shake. We began walking in the direction, him telling me that he came from Australia to try and get noticed here in America. He openly admitted that he was gay which I admired and he seemed just happy go lucky in general. I felt surprisingly comfortable with him, surprisingly meaning that I'm surprised that I wasn't intimidated by his confident demeanor.

However it wasn't the same floaty feeling I got with Josh. With Josh, I felt free. I didn't think about having to worry about how I looked or what I said; to a certain extent.

"Do you go to school around here?" Troye asked, pulling me from my thoughts and I realized that I had completely zoned out. I felt slight guilt about that but shook it off when the guilt from what happened with Josh came back to overpower it all.

"Oh, yes. There's only one school near here, pretty much everyone within the city limits goes to the same school. There are a hell of a lot of kids there, from the governors daughter, to the local meth house's kid." I informed and he nodded. "What's your building and number?"

"A-18." He said and I stopped mid-step, turning to point dramatically in the direction of his building. He laughed. "Thank you. So I'll see you in school?"

"Of course. If you want, just ask for Tyler Joseph to show you around, help you and me." I offered.

"And how would that help you?" He asked with a small smile as he bit his lip.

"Get me out of class." I joked and he rolled his eyes playfully. "I'll see you around mate." I said and he nodded while walking off. I sighed as I watched his retreating figure, still a bit upset about what had happened earlier. I didn't move for a few minutes, turning my head to look down both directions of the sidewalk. I didn't know which direction to go in because I didn't know where he was. I was beginning to think it was a lost cause when I took another look in both directions.

Defeated, I turned from the right to the left but stopped mid turn when I spotted a figure in my peripheral vision. I snapped my head back to the right and nearly felt my heart jump out of my body. I started running in the others direction, but he was looking down until I got closer and he heard my steps. He looked up just in time for me to throw my arms around his neck and hug him tightly. I felt him tense at first before awkwardly wrapping his arms around my waist but soon his grip tightened around me as well.

"Josh, oh my god I'm so s-" he cut me off by pulling away from the hug. He kept his hands on my shoulders and he looked kind of nervous.

"Tyler I need you to just hear me out okay? This may come out weird and wonky and shitty but I learned something today." He informed and he took his hands off of me, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He clearly didn't care if anyone was around; which there weren't. He then pulled out a black sharpie from his pocket and uncapped it. "I learned to wear my heart on my chest, not my sleeve." He said and then drew a heart on his chest, approximately where his actual heart would be.

"Josh...?" I asked, slightly amused at what he was doing and how he was acting. It was kind of... Cute?

"Just listen." He commanded gently. He took a deep breath. "I was an asshole to you. I shouldn't have even thought twice about whether or not I stayed with you or went to see my girlfriend. You're trying to better me, you're trying to save my life and she's never tried to help me. If anything, she's made it worse. And within this past hour or so I've realized that I enjoy being around you for some reason. I thought I'd hate you, despise you, want to dress up as a unicorn and stab you repeatedly, but I didn't. No I found myself enjoying your company, I found myself finally relaxing for real. It wasn't a momentary high that made me feel like shit when I was off of, it was one of those highs that made you want to be like the Aztecs and cut open someone's chest in order to rip that heart out as a sacrifice." I giggled at what he chose to use as symbolism.

"You mean that?" I asked with a small smile and he nodded.

"Duh, why else would I have taken my shirt off with the possibility of being arrested might I add, and draw a heart on my chest? I went through a lot of shit for this so Tyler," he got down on one knee which made me giggle a little more. "Will you forgive me and be my friend?" He asked and my heart skipped a beat at the sight; hopeful eyes, careful smile, shaking hands, perfectly toned torso-

"Hmm, perfect life without any problems or troubles or a lifetime of heartache and an asshole." I said, "How ever will I choose?"

"Hopefully wisely." He said nervously. I smiled at him then, a real one.

"Then Jish, I have something say."

"What's that?" He asked while swallowing thickly.

"I choose you."

"Goddammit Tyler." He chuckled. He stood up. "What are you doing over here anyway?"

"Well I was actually out looking for you so I could apologize and then I met this Australian dude who needed help finding his new apartment- he's a foreign exchange student -and then I just so happened to spot you." I explained and he nodded.

"Damn."

"What?"

"I can't beat an Australian. Their accents are captivating sometimes."

Wtfffff I'm so tired xD

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