House of Gold // Adopted by Tyler Joseph

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"Hey Dallon." I took a seat by him with a bribe. My little bass guitar Dad had bought me.

"Hi. Whatcha got there?" He put the magazine down, now interested.

"My little child, Pansy." I'd moved it aside to plug it into the amp when he'd taken it into his hands, without asking.

"A Fender huh? Good choice." He began tuning it, humming along. I stared up at him, trying to hide my smile, he was so, him.

"I'm more of a pianist. Even a better drummer than bassist." I sighed and began strumming along to 'Girls/Girls/Boys' by his band. That was a lie. I hated drums, bass was easier for me.

"Nice song." I got him to chuckle before picking up the magazine again. Darn.

"Never did I think that I." I sang out softly, he raised his eyebrow and glanced at me side-eye, but kept his smile under the paper.

"Would be caught in the way you got me."

"You have a nice voice, pretty soothing." He complimented. As in Dallon Weekes, complimenting someone.

"Thanks." I tried not to be overly excited.

"For someone who's Dad carries all of the talent." He smirked and went to his magazine again.

I got up from my spot and had had enough of the stupid bassist that I used to adore. My hands tore the magazine out of his hands, he was stunned.

"You listen here you. I can't believe you're so mean, and to a kid. A fan. Well I used to be. What do you get out of it? Right, you don't have an ounce of happiness in you because you're sad and old. You're mad because I was placed into the hands of a celebrity and didn't have to work as hard as you did, but guess what, your kids are going to end up the same. Maybe don't be so judgmental, I was working hard everyday in an orphanage, my life wasn't always so easy. And I happen to have friends, a boyfriend, but no, I choose to spend time with you, in hopes that you'll actually like me!" I tugged at my hair and continued.

"I could be recording covers for the same small amount of fans we both have, talking to my boyfriend over the phone, but I wanted to be near my favorite bassist. You're what everyone thinks of when they hear about celebrities, snobby, rude and sad. Well I'm done trying Dallon, I'm done!" I tried stomping away but I began to sob, my face in my hands.

"Lily, I'm sorry." He called out as I was near the door, I'd forgotten my bass. I went back in for it, embarrassed and angry and a mix of emotions.

"Come here." He patted the spot next to him as I cried, he pulled me into his chest.

"I hate you." I sobbed as he cradled me.

"No you don't." He chuckled that same cocky laugh.

"You're mean and you hate me. You could've just told me you wanted some alone time. You didn't have to be so mean."

"I'm so sorry." He said sincerely, tone gone behind his voice. "You're right. I misjudged you, and didn't know how to politely tell you to stop annoying me." He ran his hands over my hair.

"You didn't say that you don't hate me." I looked up at him.

"I don't hate you Lily. I adore my small amount of fans. I just figured you wanted to annoy me. So sorry I was mean." He sighed into my hair, shushing me as I tried to stop my tears from falling.

"I don't hate you either Dallon." I'd mumbled before falling asleep on his chest, his arms wrapped around me securely.

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