Twenty One Pilots Imagines

Passed Out (pt. 2)

Tyler's POV:

What broke me from my thoughts was her eyelids fluttering. She was waking up.

Your POV:

You felt your eyes open slowly; they had basically been sealed shut when you... wait... what happened? Where were you? Before you did anything, you blindly assessed your surroundings; you could still hear the crowd cheering and screaming, but it was more distant, and they were chanting "come back out!" And "Tyler!" etc. Your hands moved slightly to feel what surface you were lying on. It was slippery and warm, but you guessed that was from your sweat.

You managed to peel your eyes open and you attempted to sit up and look around, but your head swam and you plopped right back down onto the damp mat that you apparently had been laying on for about 10 minutes now. You huffed in your defeat. You stared at a very high ceiling with bars crisscrossing all above, and lights hanging from some. You turned your head and saw a few bottles of water sitting on a table about 4-5 feet from your elevated mat, along with a walkie talkie, a backstage pass, and a piece of paper that you couldn't read from where you were.

You were bummed that you had passed out, and you had no idea how much of the concert you'd actually missed. You were eager to get back on your feet and maybe get back to the outskirts of the pit so you could listen to the Trees speech and gather as much confetti as you possibly could in your shirt. You assumed that one of the people from security had taken you out and taken you to paramedics outside the stadium. But that wouldn't explain how loud the crowd was and the beams high above your head.

You heard someone take a deep breath and then a strangely familiar voice following it. "H-how do you feel?"

You couldn't place his voice, and you knew it was too soon to try to get up and find out,  so you just laid there and closed your eyes "I'm not exactly sure yet," you said with a raspy voice. You laughed meekly at yourself; you sounded terrible. You mentally kicked yourself for not drinking more water. If you had, you probably would still be out there, enjoying the Trees finale.

You heard a light chuckle, and then shortly after, you felt a hand- no. The back of a hand- on your forehead. You unconsciously leaned into his touch. You wondered who it was, since you had recognized his voice a few moments before.

Your eyes were still closed at this point, so you tried to make this fun for yourself. You wanted to keep your eyes closed and try to guess who it is.

The hand moved to your cheek and you shivered. You couldn't take the mystery any longer, so you opened your eyes again and almost passed out again at what you saw.

You looked straight up into the warm dark brown eyes of your biggest influence and probably your favorite person in the world. You looked into the eyes of one of the most intelligent people you knew of, and certainly one of the most talented. The eyes of a man who had changed your life and so many others'.

What made your stomach flip was that Tyler was looking right back down into your eyes with the same look of awe and wonderment as was in yours. He looked at you as if you were the world famous musician who had won a Grammy. He looked at you as if you were the one who had saved hundreds of lives with his words alone. As if you were the one to be awed at.

You felt your cheeks flush when he noticed your shocked expression and gave a knowing smile in return. His smile faded though, and you saw his eyes travel up and down your face. You then noticed that he was leaning on his right arm, which was just to the left of your waist, so he was hovering over you. He quickly realized, though, that he was getting a little bit too intimate, especially since this was the first time you'd met. He stood straight up again and slowly took a small step back. He scratched the back of his neck, which was turning a deep shade of pink along with his face, while looking anywhere except for your eyes.