Forest

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{Tyler Joseph}

As I sit in the waiting room, I flip through memories of different Basketball Games.

"He shoots...HE SCORES!"

I smile. Those were the golden days. I sit there for another 30 minutes and a boy with brown hair walks in. I study his characteristics. Tall, brown hair, patient, built well, no tattoos. Do I know this boy?

"Tyler Joseph? Is there a Tyler R. Joseph in the room?"

I break my deep thought. The lady still asking for a Tyler Joseph.

"Miss, I'm right here. I apologize."

"Alright then. Right this way."

As I enter the doors, the boy with brown hair stares at me. I look forward and look around. Clean walls, hospital smell, white lab coats, and my doctor. Great...

"Good afternoon Mr. Joseph."

"Tyler."

"Excuse me?"

"It's Tyler. Mr. Joseph makes me feel elderly."

"Okay. Right this way, Tyler."

I sit on the bench quietly. I don't like hospitals. I look down still tapping my foot. Why am I here? Why did mom send me here?

"How is everything at home Tyler?"

I stare at him. He gives me this look of disgust. He knows. 

"What?" 

"Oh nothing."

"No you are my doctor. Tell me what you are thinking about. Doctor patient confidentiality." 

"Okay then. Are you being abused?" 

"Abused? NO!" 

I get up and storm out of the room. How could he say such a thing. I get in my car and sit. I pause before turning on the car. Who is that boy? I get out, and walk back in. I am very nervous. I approach him. The palms of my hands are sweating. 

"Excuse me, do I know you from somewhere?" 

He pays no attention. I speak up. 

"Do I know you from somewhere?" 

He turns around. I get a full look of him and study him even more. Brown eyes, brown hair, tall, well built and no tattoos. 

"Well you've got my attention." 

"Oh. You look someone I know." 

"You do look familiar." 

"Josh Dun." 

His hand is out expecting me to shake it. I shake it. His hands were so soft and warm.. So gentle like he knew I was nervous. Of course he knew. 

"Tyler Joseph. Well it was nice to meet you, I must be going." 

"Hopefully we meet again." 

I bite my lip and walk out of the office. This boy... He was cute? No... He was cute. His voice was so warm and inviting. I get in the car and drive off. The only thing I can think of is Josh. I pull into the driveway and breath. Home....

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