the third pilot

1

I wake up by the sound of my alarm clock going off. I roll over and turn it off, get out of bed, and then head to my bathroom for a shower. I turn up my music to panic! at the disco and sing along while washing my hair. after about a good fifteen minutes I get out of the shower and get dressed. I throw on some casual clothes such as my ripped black skinny jeans, and a plain white t shirt that hangs down just past my hips. I then put on my flower vans and head downstairs for breakfast.

 mom is sitting at the kitchen counter on her phone. "hey mom!", I said to her letting out a big yawn. "hey honey, you obviously stayed up way past your bed time didn't you?", she says raising her eyebrows. I look at her with a guilty smirk and then shrug my shoulders. I walk over to the pantry to see what was there for breakfast. I finally decide to go with fruit loops. I go to grab a bowl when I hear dad coming down the stairs. "hey Jen, we need to discus the European tour that's coming up in a couple of days", my dad says scratching his head. "what?! you guys are leaving again?!", I say almost yelling. "come on bud, it's not going to be for long", dad says walking over to me and rubbing my back. "how long are you guys going to be away for?", I ask looking at dad and then to mom. my mom sighs and then looks at dad and he stares back. "Ty, I told you that now was not the right time to tell her", my mom says putting her head into her hands and sighing. "IS SOMEONE GOING TO TELL ME OR NOT?", I say getting anxious. my dad takes a deep breath. "three months". "what? your not even going to be here for my birthday?!", I feel myself tearing up so I run upstairs to my room and slam the door shut. 

I get my phone from my bedside table and check my messages. I have a message from my best friend Ila. her name is originally spelled 'Isla' with an s, but she doesn't like it that way so she just took away the s. 

Ila: you up yet?

Me: ye

Ila: do you wanna hang out today?

Me: not now, I just found out that my parents are going on tour AGAIN

Ila: WHAT?! for how long?

Me: three months.

Ila: I'm on my way

honestly, it feels like Ila is the only person that truly likes me for me and not because my dad is famous. everyday I get people asking about how it is being the daughter of the lead singer of twenty one pilots. even from teachers. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. my dad opens the door and comes to sit next to me. "hey bud", he says sighing. I look down onto my lap and say nothing. "I know that you don't get to see your mom and I as much as you used to but--", "why can't I come with you?" I ask looking up at him. "Liv, you know you can't come". "but why not?!", I ask standing up and giving him a sour look. "because, first of all, your only thirteen, and second of all because the fans are mental and you wouldn't be able to handle it, and third of all, because I said no". I sigh and sit back down next to my father. "don't worry, you'll always be my third pilot" he says bringing out a fist. I give him a little fist pump and let out a laugh.

I look up to see mom leaning up against the door and smiling. "sorry, am I interrupting a father daughter moment?", she asks letting out a laugh. "okay dad, you can go now", I say waving him off. "hey, we love you you know that aye?", dad says getting up. "yeah". mom and dad leave my room and I flop down onto my bed sighing. I hear the door open again and see Ila walk through. "mate, what's wrong. you look depressed asf" she says sitting down next to me. I sit up and look at her. "I don't know? maybe because I just found out that my parents are gonna be leaving me for three months!" I yell burying my face into my pillow. "oh rip", Ila says. "can you not say things that the clique would say?", I ask looking up at her. she was about two inches taller than me. "sorry", she says getting offended. I sigh and and put my hand on my forehead. "anyways, we can hang out more", she says. "but we already hangout heaps" I say sighing. "oh well, anyways, where's Josh?", she asks looking around as if he was going to be in my room. Ila has been crushing on Josh for about three years ever since she met him. I hear a knock on my door. "come in!", I yell not bothering to look up from my phone. I hear the door open. Josh walks in. "hey Liv, Tyler told me that you know about the European tour", he said sighing. I looked up at him and just stared at him. "yeah?". "I just wanted to see if you were okay?", he said standing by the door. I look over at Ila. she's staring at him with her mouth wide open. I roll my eyes at her. "yeah why wouldn't I be?". "Olivia, you don't have to act all tough with me, I've known you since you were this small". he makes the size with his fingers that looked like the size of an ant. I laugh and roll my eyes. "thanks Uncle Josh, I'm fine", I say smiling at him. he was like my second dad he was always there for me. he smiles and leaves the room. "OH MY GOD! JOSH IS SO HOT!", Ila screamed loud enough for Josh to walk back in. "did you say something?", he asks lowering his eyebrows. "no it was just Ila crushing on you again". Ila opens her mouth and punches me in the arm. Josh just laughs and closes the door behind him.