tear in my heart | tyler joseph

Chapter Twenty

     Everyone was dancing and laughing. Cynthia walked up to Gracie and said, "Hello. I am Cynthia Joseph."

     "And I am Gracie Dun." They both laughed, then looked out at the dance floor, where their husbands were making absolute fools of themselves. Tyler was doing the robot, while Josh was doing the running man. Now, I know I said they were DOING those dances moves, but let's be honest.

      They were attempting, then crashing and burning.

     They walked over and stopped them both. Cynthia said, "That moment when you think about how much you love your husband, then you look over and see him doing the robot." They all laughed, then Tyler had a serious expression on his face. "This wedding is missing something." Both Gracie and Cynthia looked around in a panic and said, "What?" Tyler looked at them and yelled, "TACO BELL!" They both just looked at him. Cynthia looked at him sternly, and said, "Did I make a large mistake when I put you and Josh in charge of the food?"

     "Probably." As soon as that one word came out of his mouth, a dozen people walked up, holding bags of Taco Bell. Cynthia and Gracie face palmed, while Tyler and Josh ran over like excited five-year-olds, and helped set all of the Taco Bell down. Gracie looked at Cynthia and said, "How many restrooms does this place have?"

     "Not enough," she said. They walked over and decided to join the boys in choosing which tacos or gorditas or nachos or chalupas to eat.

     Once they had chosen as much food as they wanted - for the boys, it was a lot, for the girls, it wasn't much - they sat down at the table and began to eat.

     Cynthia was about to take a bite out of her taco when Tyler grabbed her hand under the table. She looked over at him and smiled, and he smiled back. She ate her taco, then stood up and went to the restroom. Gracie said something to Josh, who nodded, then followed Cynthia. Once she had caught up to her, she asked, "What's wrong? You've only had one taco so far."

     "I don't know. I just felt nauseous." Gracie stared at her, eyes wide. "Have you been feeling sick these past few mornings?"

     "Kind of. It was like a small wave of nausea."

     "Cynthia, did you and Tyler jump into bed one night and get sweaty?"

     "What?! No! That's disgusting!" She slapped Gracie's arm, who was laughing the entire time. "Okay, okay." She kept laughing until she realized something. "Cynthia........"

     "Yeah?"

     "It might be your anxiety making you nauseous. Are you anxious about anything?" She hesitated, then sighed. "Yes. Even though both you and Tyler talked to me about it, I'm still scared I'm not going to be a good wife."

     "How could you say that? Think about everything you have been through. You've battled Blurryface, your anxiety and depression, you stayed alive when everyone though you would die! Cynthia, Tyler has loved you since the very beginning. And even if you mess up, he will always continue to love you. Because let's face it. You're a human. You're bound to make mistakes." Cynthia hugged her. "Thank you, Gracie."

     "You're welcome." She pulled away and said, "Come on. We have Taco Bell to eat." They walked out and over to their table and sat down. Tyler looked at Cynthia and said, "Everything okay?"

     "Everything's fine." She picked up another taco and began to eat it. 

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      Cynthia scrolled through Pinterest on her phone, her head in Tyler's lap, trying to find SOMETHING interesting.

     She didn't find anything.

     She gave up on Pinterest and scrolled through Twitter.

    Nothing.

     She decided to scroll through Tumblr.

     STILL nothing.

     She scrolled through Instagram.

     WHY WASN'T THERE ANYTHING INTERESTING ON THE INTERNET?!

     She gave up on social media altogether and decided to play Run. (It's a really cool game, available on Kongregate and the app store.) She had gotten it a few hours ago, and it seemed cool. She had just gotten past the 12th level when the doorbell rang. She heard Gracie yell, "I'll get it," and she came running down the stairs. She opened the door and shut it. Cynthia looked at her and said, "Who was at the door?"

     "No one important." She was about to go back upstairs, but then the doorbell rang again. She walked over and opened it, yelled, "Leave me alone," then shut it again. This time, the person didn't even bother ringing the doorbell. They just opened the door and walked in. As soon as they walked in, all three of them yelled, "GET OUT!"

     The person at the door was Justin Miller.

     And he had come back to torture them once more.

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A/N: Justin's back for round two with these guys! It's about to go down. That was the twentieth chapter. You guys probably already have a good guess as to what the next chapter will be called. I hope you enjoyed it! I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can. Bye!