/not on drugs ✔

Taxi Cab

This is a silly chapter because I couldn't think of what else to write for Angie, enjoy!

Angie

I decided to do more research on the band Sahara told me about.

The name is Twenty One Pilots, they apparently like the name being spelled out.

There's only two people, Tyler Joseph (the dude that screamed in my ear) and Josh Dun (the drummer).

I listened to some of their songs.

They are really good. I tried to find songs where he didn't scream, but even when he did scream, it was beautiful.

I also looked up how they looked.

Holy fuck.

They're beautiful.

I forgot who's who, but they're beautiful.

I'm asking Anna.

...

She said the one on the right is the lead singer Tyler and the other dude is Joshua.

She asked why I was crying.

I told her that I added all of their songs to my Spotify and they just happened to play Goner and then Truce and then Addict With a Pen.

She laughed.

"You should've put it on shuffle play."

"I DID!" I yelled, wiping my eyes. "Spotify hates me."

Shit. Now they are playing March to The Sea.

"WHAT DID I EVER DO TO THEEEEMMMM?" I sobbed.

Annabelle just furrowed her eyebrows.

"You know you can skip songs, right? You have premium."

"My fingers can't fucking move, man." I didn't want to skip this beautiful song.

She sighed. "Good luck with that. I'm making some bacon."

"At 8:00 at night?" I tilted my head.

She nodded, heading to the kitchen.

I sighed. Weirdo.

*DING DONG*

"I'll get it." I yelled, getting up and wiping my eyes.

Follow me instead.

I threw my headphones down.

Their music actually makes me cry, surprisingly.

I ran downstairs and opened the door.

As I finished wiping my eyes, I saw two girls.

Wait.

"Luna?"

She nervously smiled.

"Can we stay here for a little while?"

"We? Who's that?"

The little girl waved.

I waved back.

"My little sister, Lilliana."

I sighed.

"Annabelle! Can I have friends over?"

"Yeah!" I could tell she was already stuffing her mouth with bacon.

"Thanks!" I yelled back. "Come on in."

Luna mouthed a "thank you" before dragging Lilliana and their luggage in the house.

"I'll take your stuff upstairs." I took the luggage and went upstairs.

They followed behind.

"So...why are you guys staying here?" I asked, dropping the luggage in my closet.

"Mom and dad are dangerous." Lilliana blurted out.

Luna rolled her eyes.

"Not dangerous. They're just bad parents. Where are yours?"

I narrowed my eyes.

"Oh, right. I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

Lilliana sat down on my purple couch and snuck a peek at my phone, which still had Spotify on it.

"You like Twenty One Pilots?" She asked.

I nodded. "Just found out about it today."

Luna looked at me, disgusted.

"What? I usually listened to One Direction, but ever since ZAYN left, I've lost all interest." I shrugged.

"I've been listening to it since I was in middle school."

"Wow."

Lilliana stood up.

"How come they're never played on the radio?"

Luna patted her head.

"They're too good for the radio."

I smiled.

"Hey, so since we are all roommates now, doesn't that mean you two have to be friends?" Lilliana asked.

We looked at each other.

I was too scared to say anything, so I didn't.

"Yeah, sure." Luna said, smiling at me.

I widened my eyes.

"Really?"

She nodded.

"It's the least I can do."

I smiled, almost blushing.

Almost.

Lilliana grinned.

"Welcome to the clique."

"What clique?"

"The skeleton clique, of course."

***

This is exactly how I was when I found about Twenty One Pilots. Literally word for word.

Oh and yay they're friends!

-kisses from mo