recovery .:bryler:.

chapter 4

*edited*

tw: mention of schizophrenia and smoking

tyler was not excited for small groups. he'd much rather be in that tiny room, alone. he and brendon were walking down now, tylers head held low, his body shaky. "you ok?" brendon asked, as he noticed the small boy wouldn't stay still. tyler only nodded in response. they got down to the living room, already seeing multiple boys down there. they waited another 10 minutes, before one of the "counsellors" came out, telling the boys to line up. the counsellor, who's name was dean, started calling our names for the groups. "-brendon urie, jack barakat, pete wentz and tyler joseph." tyler sighed in relief. at least he would be with someone he knew -kind of-. as soon as everyone's names were called out, everyone scattered and got into their groups. there was one counsellor at each group, holding a clip board. "alright, follow me, and we can get started!" the man said, quite enthusiastic might i add. the 4 boys followed him, and they went into a small room. the walls were a dull grey, and the carpet was also grey and dirty. in the middle sat a table, surrounded by uncomfortable looking chairs. they all sat down, and the man started talking. "alright, my name is sam, and im going to be your small group leader for your entire stay here at newberry. now, we're going to get to know eachother for this first session, then we'll go over what small groups are about, sound good?" the boys nodded. "alright!" sam clapped his hands together. "let's start with," he looked down at his clipboard. "pete! why don't you start?" "uh, im pete. im 19, uh i play bass and i'm gay and schizophrenic." sam smiled, but it was clearly fake. "alright. thanks pete. tyler?" tylers head snapped up, and his face drained of colour. "u-uh, im tyler and im 19 and i like music and um i-i-" "thank you tyler, you don't have to go on if you don't want to." sam smiled sympathetically. tyler nodded, looking back down at his lap. "alright, that leaves brendon and jack." "ill go." brendon started. "im brendon im 20 and i like video games i guess." then jack went. "im jack, im 17 and i like dying my hair." "alright. let's get started."

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after groups, everyone was aloud to be in their rooms to get "settled," -as sam called it- before dinner. tyler just sat on his bed, staring at the wall while brendon paced around, the withdrawal overwhelming him. he hasn't smoked pot in two days, and it was now starting to affect him. he was irritable, and was desperate for anything that would give him release. "a-are you ok?" tylers spoke up, watching brendon pace like this was making him anxious. "yeah, im fine, just, homesick." he lied. "o-oh." tyler deadpanned. "do you uh, want to talk about anything? maybe that will distract me," brendon said, walking closer to tyler. "um, sure." brendon sat on his bed. "tell me about something that makes you happy." tyler smiled faintly as he thought about josh. his best friend, the one who's been there since day one. "uh, back at h-home, my roommate, josh. he's also m-my best friend and we've known each tower since 9th grade," tyler smiled, tears clouding his vision. "he's always been there for me, and I really miss him." brendons heart jumped in his chest when he saw the small boy cry. sure, they'd only met that day, but brendon already had some sort of very small feeling for the boy. not a strong one, but it was sure as hell there.

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hI

ok this is short, but longer than the last chapter and I'm sorry I'm so bad with updating.

but yeah it took me like a week to write this since I'm a big at procrastination. but I'm going camping this week to ill prolly write there but yeah

also sorry for all the authors notes, even though there was only two but sorry for that lol.

edit: things are moving fast yEEt

-tyler