House of Gold // Adopted by Tyler Joseph

Worthy

It was a weird sensation. But it felt right. Let me explain.

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Alex was different. But she kept it interesting, opened up to me.

"Yeah so my parents totally ignore me, unless it's to get me in trouble." She sighed, I stared at her nose ring curiously.

"I'm sorry. Yeah I used to know how that felt. I went through a rebellious phase only a couple months ago. I'd do anything to piss off my Dad and Mom. Because I wanted their attention."

"Well at least your parents are still together." She sighed. "And don't send you to private school. I hate the girls there. So snobby." I related again. But didn't let her know.

I consoled her, running a hand over her back as we stared out at my pool. It was too cool for that now, but the hot tub sounded nice.

"Yeah, I guess. It just sucks having younger parents, they always know what's up."

"How old were they again?" She asked, drinking from a juice pouch I'd offered her.

"My Dad's Twenty-nine and my Mom's twenty-six." I explained nonchalantly, she raised her eyebrows, thinking I was lying.

"Oh right, sorry I forgot to say I'm adopted." I laughed. "No way would my Dad be thirteen years older than me."

"That's crazy, like wow. Literally your Mom is as old as my sister."

"But he's like a stereotypical Dad, strict, acts old. I love him though." She sighed again heavily. "Sorry if that came off as bragging." I apologized.

"It's alright. I've had family problems my whole life. They've been buying my love since I was a kid. I just want somebody to actually care for once."

"Hey Alex, I care. Dude you're cool, and your parents will regret what they're doing, because you're gonna do great things." She smiled for a split second, her face turning red.

"That's nice of you to say Lils."

"Hey want to sit in the hot tub?" It's got these cool jets and lights. I went to remove the cover.

"Geez what do your parents do for a living?" She gasped when I'd pressed a button on a remote, the built in water-proof speakers playing soft music.

I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to answer her question. I didn't want my old friends. Users.

Alex would freak if I told her, showed her my followers. I'm surprised she didn't know who I was, a mini local celebrity. In fact, we got free donuts from a market here. Also because Dad was friends with the kid in high school.

"I didn't bring a swimsuit." She gasped.

"Oh I have extras. Old ones that might fit your tiny size." I joked as she pushed me.

"You're not even that tall. Like five seven, eight?" She guessed right.

"Five two?" I joked with her. "Okay you're five four."

"And a half." She laughed, getting up to go inside, I showed her around my room.

"A lot of cool bands you listen too." She smiled. Shit I forgot about the platinum record that sat above our fireplace. If she knew bands she'd know my Dad probably.