The Only Way To Go Is Up: Tyler Joseph X Reader

14

"Here we are," Tyler says, parking the car. I look out the window and see the restaurant.

"I thought you said you made reservations," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

Tyler nods his head. "I did!"

"You don't need reservations for Chipotle," I point out.

"I reserved a spot in my stomach for a burrito," Tyler explains.

I smile and shake my head. "Your sense of humor is almost as bad as mine." I unbuckle my seatbelt.

"Hey! I'm funny," Tyler insists as we both step out of the car.

"Yes, funny looking," I tease him.

"That is one of the most over-used jokes ever," Tyler says, "and besides, we both know you can't resist this face." He points at himself. I can feel myself blushing since he's right.

"Are we ever going to actually eat?" I ask, changing the subject. I've been so excited for this date, I didn't realize how hungry I really am. My stomach growls at how close I am to eating something.

Tyler rolls his eyes, but he begins to walk across the parking lot up to Chipotle. I walk along beside him and he reaches over to grab my hand. Tyler holds the glass door open for me and I smile as I quietly thank him.

Tyler and I go down the line and make sure to get everything that we want. When we sit down with our food I look up to Tyler. "So are we going to die from eating Chipotle?" I ask casually.

Tyler groans. "Are you seriously bringing up that old song?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I guess I just like to get on your nerves."

"You should be glad I like you, or I would have just walked out of this restaurant," he jokes.

"Tyler, we both know you can't resist this face," I say, repeating what he had said to me earlier.

"You can't say thay! It's my thing!" Tyler pouts.

I roll my eyes. "I just love to steal other peoples' sayings," I joke sarcastically. "I guess I'm a theif.

"That's for sure! You've been stealing all of my money for food!" Tyler says.

"It's not stealing if you offered to pay," I point out.

Tyler sighs. "I guess you're right."

"Tyler, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm always right?" I ask.

He shakes his head and smiles. "You won't let me forget it."

We both finish our food and throw our trash away. We walk back to Tyler's car and begin our drive to the theater.

During the drive there, I continue to play my music. I'm proud to say that even Tyler couldn't stop himself from smiling when 'Every Snowflake is Different (Just Like You)' came on.

Tyler and I walk into the theater together and buy tickets. Tyler chose some cheesy romantic comedy, insisting it wouldn't be a real date if we didn't.

We wait in line to buy our snacks. The lady working behind the counter hands us our drinks and a bucket of popcorn. Tyler goes to pull out his wallet, but I quickly pay before he can.

"Here," Tyler says, trying to hand me money for the snacks.

I don't take the money. "You don't need to pay me back," I tell him.

"But I want to!" Tyler pouts.

I shake my head. "Tyler, you've been buying me enough food already. It's my turn to pay for once," I insist.

"But-," Tyler begins to say.

"I'm not taking your money," I say without letting him finish.

"Fine," Tyler sighs. We take our seats and watch the previews before the movie. During the movie I roll my eyes at all the unoriginal pick-up lines and cheesy dialogue. I've rolled my eyes so much that they're actually starting to hurt.