Make me a believer- Jyler/twenty one pilots oneshot

Chapter 1

December 8th.

Tyler was feeling low. He always had his bad days and today was one of them.

He and Josh just finished a tour so he was back to struggling with things to do at home. It felt lonely. He only had Jenna around him for the days, not a tour bus full of buzzing crew that just had their coffee fix.

Every day back in Columbus now was like a bad day. The touring life to Tyler at least, was addictive, like drugs. Once you get hooked, you can't stop and when you stop, you feel like something is wrong. Something is missing. You can't live without it.

He just wanted to play music again.

He missed the highs and vibes and the rush of adrenaline he got when he sang to crowds of thousands.

He missed Josh and the crew.

He didn't like the silence. To many, it was calm but to Tyler it only meant trouble and havoc. Blurry could come back. The whole album he had created was to show Blurryface and highlight it's defeat near the end of the era. It was supposed to be over. This was just an arising opportunity for his demons to poke some fun. Josh wouldn't be around to help him and Tyler didn't want to burden his problems on Jenna.

He knew this was a bad idea.

His depression would come back to hurt him again. It would hurt him bad. He could become suicidal again. He would have to wear the rubber band again. Tyler didn't want that. He didn't want scars that his fans could see. He didn't want the same question in his mind everyday- should I kill myself?

Jenna knew something was up. Just by looking at him and studying the man all day, something was wrong with his usual, cheesy personality.

"You've been quiet all day Ty. Is everything okay?" Questioned Jenna. "Please don't tell me you leaked another song."

"No." Tyler answered.

"Is this about the end of the tour?"

Tyler sat there zoned out on the plush beige sofa that took up most of the lounge. His black hoodie hung loosely over him and his hood was up, a shadow covering the features of his face.

Jenna sighed.

"I'll take that as a yes then. Is there anything I can do to help? We could see if Josh wants to video call you. He should still be awake if he's in LA." Offered Jenna.

"No. I'll look needy if I do that." Tyler retorted.

"Tyler, hon. Remember what J said to you? He said you can contact him any time you need his support or attention. He understands you struggle with your mental health sometimes and he wants to help you. We realise it is under control now, but that doesn't mean it's gone away. You will have your bad days. You won't look needy. You just need someone other than me to talk to for a while." Jenna said as she grabbed her laptop off the arm of the sofa and started to tap in a password. "Come on, I'll get the laptop started up and-"

"-NO! Leave me in peace! I don't want to speak to Josh. I'll be fine. Just leave me alone." Tyler yelled as he snatched the laptop off Jenna and placed it aggressively on the coffee table.

"Ty, hon. Come on, don't be like this. Is Blurry back? Is he making you say these things?"

"No." Whispered Tyler.

"Then what?"

"I-I just feel depressed. The end of the tour leaves me with a lack of things to do. I want to play music to people and I don't have that. I have nothing to keep me focused and grounded. The next tour starts in a few months and most of the recording for new songs has been done. Helping my dad out with basketball coaching and events gets tedious and boring after a few weeks and Josh is all the way over in fucking Los Angeles. Ohio is a piece of shit."