echo; adopted by twenty one pilots

-11-

though i'm weak and beaten down i'll slip away into the sound.
💊
i enter the house, still dazed, and put
my bag down. i wander into the kitchen before aimlessly pouring orange juice into a cup.

the tips of my fingers grazed my lips before i took a sip. tyler strolls into the room, grabbing an apple, but stops after he sees my bruised face.

"what happened to your face?" he asks, frowning.

"i got hit with a basketball in gym, and thanks," i pretend to be offended before laughing my nervousness off. he laughs
and i don't think he believes my lie. whatever. i was never good at lying in the first place.

"hello, i was asking you a question," he laughs slightly, snapping in my face. i slightly blush.

"why do you look so... awestruck?" he asks, and my blush deepens. i shrug and he frowns.

"is it a boy?" he asks. a boy? i laugh harder than i should have and shake my head. that dumb fuck.(watch as a bunch of twelve year olds come at me)

he thinks for a bit and his face lights up with another idea. "is it a girl?" i immediately shrink in my seat and cover my face.

for some reason my brain thinks that this isn't okay. tyler notices my unease and back pedals.

"i-its okay,though. that's perfectly fine," he says and hugs me. i sigh in relief.

"oh, also brendon's coming over next week to meet you."