Twenty One Pilots: One shots N Drabbles

Mistakes p.1

  I sped down the highway, desperate to get home after my stressful work day. There was nothing I wanted more in that moment than to be wrapped up in my boyfriends arms in bed, but he wouldn't be home for another three weeks. Once I reached home, I kicked off my heels and immediately took my phone out of my purse. I checked the time, making sure that he wouldn't be asleep. Unfortunately, it was 12:30am in England and only 7:30pm in Ohio, where I was.

In the end, I decided to send him yet another text that would most likely go unanswered like the rest of the daily texts i had sent him before. Before tour Josh and I had agreed to call or at least text each other every time we could, but I haven't heard from him in two weeks. I'd heard from Matt and he said Josh was fine every time I asked, but I just can't figure out why he's been ignoring me; had I done something wrong?

I tried not to stress myself out even more over this, it would only make me feel worse. I decided to go upstairs and take a hot shower before bed as an attempt to de-stress. It helped a little, but I still felt anxious and stressed about everything. I went to bed without eating dinner that night, I just needed to sleep.

I was woken up in what I assumed to be the middle of the night by a rustling noise coming from downstairs. I sprung up from bed and put on one of Josh's sweaters before grabbing the baseball bat that he kept under the bed and carefully heading down the carpeted stairs.
I held the bat in a ready position and ran into the kitchen where the noise was coming from, I was ready to swing but quickly dropped the bat when I saw who was standing in the kitchen; Josh. "Josh?" I said, almost in disbelief. "Oh, hi Y/N." he greeted dryly. "W-what are you doing here? Tour isn't supposed to end for another three weeks?" I questioned. "Matt wanted to come home to see Loren and the family." He explained with a slight shrug. "Oh, okay." I replied, walking up to him and gently putting my arms around him. He didn't really hug back, he just patted my back as if I was some stranger or something. I let go sooner than I wanted to and backed up a little, "Well uh, I guess I'm going back to bed then.. I love you." I mumbled, picking up the bat and jogging up the stairs. I didn't even get an "I love you too, honey." Or a "Goodnight." What the hell is going on with him?

It's been four days since Josh came back and he's been so distant. Every time I try to hug or kiss him he fucking dodges it or just gives me a stranger hug.

I came home from work crying today because the stress has all gotten too much and my anxiety medication isn't working as well as it should and I probably need to get my dosage increased and I just can't think straight because everything is just getting to be too much. I walked in the house and threw my work bag down on the floor along with my jacket and purse, this catching Josh's attention as he was just sitting on the couch. "Are you crying?" He asked with absolutely no trace of concern in his voice. "Yes! Yes I'm crying, Joshua!" I said, starting to go from sad to mad and walking into the kitchen to brace myself on the island. He looked shocked for a few seconds before replying, "Well jeez, you don't need to be so fucking aggressive?? Why are you crying, Y/N?" He replied, raising his voice slightly. "Oh, I thought you'd never ask!" I laughed sarcastically, waving my arms in the air. "You really wanna know why I'm crying? I'm crying because, my job fucking sucks, my meds aren't working and I can't even get attention from my fucking boyfriend!" I replied with my voice raised, listing everything and using my fingers as the numbers. "Well I'm sorry I can't give you twenty four fucking hour attention, Y/N! Some of us have actual jobs!" He yelled. "Oh because hitting some drums with some sticks is soooo fucking difficult, right, Joshua? Yeah, I deal with patients ALL FUCKING DAY. I have to answer phone calls for SEVEN FUCKING HOURS SIX DAYS A WEEK, JOSHUA." I yelled, my body shaking with anger and frustration. We continued to go on and on at each other about how we work mediocre jobs and how I'm "clingy" and he's distant. "Well you know what, Y/N? If you're so fucking frustrated with me actually taking time to pursue my career and not having YOU as my number one priority all the fucking time then maybe you should just leave." He yelled even louder. "Y'know what Josh, I will leave. Have fun paying these fucking bills by yourself. Bye." I said, running upstairs to pack my duffle bag before running back outside and driving to Loren and Matt's house.

To Be Continued.....