Self-Titled

Chapter 17

Tyler's POV

After class, we walked to lunch together. "Thank you for apologizing." I told Josh on the way. "I know it must have been awkward.. but I just don't want you to have any beef with anyone, ya know? It's not good for your reputation."

"Yeah, I get it. And I mean yeah, it was awkward, but if it saved me getting my ass kicked, I guess it was worth it." He chuckled. "I'm glad you were looking out for me." He said, taking my hand and squeezing it.

I smiled, looking at the ground. "Yeah, well, it's what I do. I take care of the people I love."

He smiled now as well. "I love you, Tyler."

"I love you too, Josh."
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Later that night, we were in the cabin, working on some music. I was still working on the song I started a few days ago, I couldn't figure out how to start it.

  In the background, Keeping Up with the Kardashians was on. We were both half paying attention, commenting on it when we hit dry spells in writing.

  "What I don't understand is how people buy this crap." Josh said, after a few moments of silence. "I mean, they aren't even good actors. It's obviously staged."

   "Well I mean, it's still TV. Who would want to watch their lives if there wasn't any drama?" I responded.

   "I guess." Josh said. "Ya know, that's really discouraging. That these people can make it, and still lie to the fans about most of it. I don't want to be like that. I want to be real."

   "Trust me, if we're in the same band, we'll be as real as we can possibly be."

   Josh got really quiet. "Do you think we'll even make it? Do you think that anyone will even listen to us?"

  "I can't answer that for sure, I'm sorry Josh." I reached over and took his hand. "But what I can promise is that, even if we don't make it, or whatever happens, I'm always going to be here. Because I love you."

  "I love you too." He said softly, kissing me.

After that, I pretty much just let the pencil flow.
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  Later that night, me and Josh were lying in bed together, comfortably intertwining most of our limbs.

  "Hey baby?" I asked him, sleepily.

   "Yes, love?"

  "You really love drums, right?" It was a stupid question, I already knew the answer.

   "Well I would hope so." He chuckled.

   "Do you feel like you..I dunno, 'talk' with your drums? Or sing maybe?"

   "Like..do I express myself the way that you do when you sing?" I nodded. "Yeah, that's exactly what it is. When you sing something that I resonate with, or if it makes me feel a certain way, I kinda play drums accordingly. Does that make sense?"

  "Yeah. It does." I think about how hard he plays during Trees.

  I wrote that song after my parents had went to bed, when we went camping.

  I wrote that song with tears streaming down my face.

  I wrote that song when I felt the most alone I had ever felt in my entire life.

  I wrote that song with every emotion I had.

  And Josh resonated with it.

  "Josh?" I whispered. "I love you. Don't ever forget that."