Twenty One Pilots One Shots and Imagines

Finally // T.J

"Tonight we are victorious, champagne pouring over us, all my friends were glorious, tonight we are victorious."

I smile as my alarm goes off. Which is unusual, because I always groan and contemplate my life decisions when it goes off.

I listen a little longer and press the 'dismiss' button. I throw the covers off and sit on the edge of my bed, swinging my feet and looking at the wall.

I click my phone on and check the time. '6:35' it reads. I shrug and decide to fully get up. I stand up and stretch. I smile, because I can't help it. Today, I meet my best friend, Tyler Joseph. But here's the catch, he's from Columbus, Ohio. I'm from Tampa, Florida.

Right now, he's talking about starting a band with his friend Josh. You can really tell he's passionate about it. When he starts talking about music, he doesn't stop. As for Josh, i've talked to him once or twice while Tyler and I were on Skype. He's super nice, and we share interests, which is even better.

But today, I fly to Columbus to meet my absolute best friend. I already have suitcases packed and such. I asked my neighbor to take care of my house while i'm gone, and asked my other neighbor to drop me off at the airport.

I woke up right on time, but I was too nervous to even eat. I drank a glass of orange juice.. but that was about it. I take care of any last minute things, such as making sure things are turned off, packing a hairbrush, toothbrush, etc, and making sure I have my boarding pass.

It was 6:47 when I finally finished all the last minute things. I do one final look around, and sit on my couch. I then stand up and pace, anxiety suddenly rushing through me. I then calm myself down and walk over to my baker's rack.

(A/N: Here's what a baker's rack looks like in case you don't know)

I pick up a few seashells that i've collected over the years and smile. My thumb instinctively runs over them when I hear my doorbell ring. My head turns towards the door and I wonder who it is when I remember.

I set down the seashell and walk over to the door. I open it and see my neighbor's smiling face. Her name is Annalise, but everyone calls her Annie. She's the neighborhood sweetheart, she gets along with everyone, and I mean EVERYONE. She's in her 50's, but she looks like she's 30. She also has the prettiest emerald eyes and beautiful dirty blond hair.

"Hey Y/N! How are ya?" She asks, beaming. I can't help but smile, and answer with, "I'm great, how about you?" "I'm doing good. So, are ya ready to go?" She replies. I nod and say, "Yep! Let me just get my stuff and we'll be set!"

"Alrighty! I'll go get everything set up for ya." She says. "Sounds like a plan!" I say and run back inside my living room. I grab my backpack and phone, and grab the handle and roll my suitcase out the door. I see her leaning on her car. She sees me and instantly gets up and rushes towards me.