Metaphorically, I'm a Whore... // Tyler Joseph

Chapter Twenty Two.

I stood at the bar and watched as the boys performed. No one was ordering any drinks as everyone was so involved with the show and their performance. I thought it was awesome how they interacted with the audience so much throughout their shows. It amazed me every time.
As I watched them perform, I couldn't help but direct my gaze to Tyler every so often. He had so much passion in his voice, you could tell he loved performing. It was magic.
I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts as I noticed that Tyler was now staring back at me. I cleared my throat and pretended to clean the table in front of me. As I did this, I glanced back up at Tyler who had directed his gaze away from me, but sure enough a few seconds later, our eyes met again. My heart flipped each time this happened.
However it soon sunk back into my chest when I noticed him glancing to Jenna and gazing at her like he was doing with me. I sighed to myself. I was stupid to think he had any sort of feelings for me, especially since he now has a girlfriend.

A few moments later, Jenna strolls over the the bar casually and pulls up a stool.
"Hello." She greeted with a friendly smile.
I felt a little confused as to why she was being friendly to me, I wasn't expecting it at all. Still, I greeted her with a smile and returned her 'hello'.
"Could I just get a water please?" She asked me, I nodded in response and poured her a tap water into a small plastic cup.
It was silent between us and I felt awkward, so I decided to speak up.
"So, you and Tyler hey?" I boldly said.
She nodded and smiled, "how long have you been together?" I added on.
"Eleven months, but we were speaking to each other a few months before that. But eleven months officially." She smiled, clearly she was happy being with him, and for some reason this killed me.

I then thought back to mine and Tyler's moment in the tour bus. If they had been speaking a few months before getting together, then that must mean they were speaking when he cuddled me that night.
Suddenly I felt an awful pang of guilt in my chest, but I quickly reminded myself to not feel guilty as I had no idea he was speaking to her.

I just wondered why he had decided to do that with me.