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

Chapter Thirty Nine.

The next morning came around quicker than I expected. I winced as I forced my eyes open, being greeted with the sun blaring through the cracks in the blinds that were shielding the windows.
My head was pounding. I had had plenty of hangovers in my time, but this was the worst by far. I felt disgusting.

I slowly made my way out of bed and trudged into the kitchen, dragging my feet across the floor.
I scratched my head as I made a pot of coffee and waited for it to be ready. I then let out a loud yawn and switched the TV on. I poured the coffee into a large mug and then leant back against the counter, staring out of the kitchen window as I took several sips from the cup, sighing at the warm feeling it gave me.

I thought back to last night. I was so wasted. I'm pretty sure all of Tyler's friends and family think I am crazy now. I most definitely embarrassed myself in front of them. All I could remember was playing beer pong with Josh and Brendon, and then throwing up on the balcony. I sighed to myself at the thought. At least Tyler was there to look after me.
My daydreaming was soon interrupted as I heard my name being spoken on the TV. My eyebrows furrowed as I glanced at the screen only to be met with a photo of me lying on my side on the the balcony from last night. It was clearly taken after I had finished throwing up. Tyler was sat by my side, resting his hand on my side, clearly comforting me. I looked an absolute mess.
The picture fades off of the screen and the two reporters are sat across from each other, talking about the photo.

"Of course we all know and we are all aware that Tyler's new squeeze is nothing like Jenna. We all are wondering if he's made the right choice in ditching her for this, what I can only describe as, 'average' girl." One of them spoke.

I lowered my head, staring into the mug in my hands as I continued to listen to their words.

"I agree and also she definitely isn't a good role model either. Twenty One Pilots have many impressionable fans and I'm sure that Tyler can't possibly be proud of this Amanda girl for displaying herself as this irresponsible, reckless person. She's not one to look out for as I personally don't believe they will last very long at all."

A small tear escaped from my eye and I sniffled a little. Maybe they were right? Maybe I was no good for Tyler after all. He did seem happier with Jenna after all.
The TV suddenly went quiet and I felt Tyler's arms snake around my waist. He then kissed my cheek and nuzzled my neck.
"Don't listen to them. You're amazing. I love you." He whispered into my ear. I nodded in response to him and took another sip of my coffee.

If only I could believe him.