echo; adopted by twenty one pilots

-34-

i don't care what's in your hair; i just want to know what's on your mind.
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"tyler?" i ask. he glares at me. i flinch.

"c-can i go to robins?" i bite my lip, looking down.

"oh, sorry. i'm not your dad. but no, you can't go. i'm afraid you might try something again." i wince at his harsh words. 

"i-i'm sorry," i step out of his room, hurt.

-

"i have no idea what we're going to do with josh's old room," jenna explains.

"yeah, it feels so empty with him out of the house," i reply. "um, what am i supposed to cut this steak with?"

"i dunno, you're not allowed knives. use your spoon," tyler crosses his arms.

"it's plastic," i say through gritted teeth. he shrugs.

"it's not like i'm gonna slice my wrists right here, i'm just trying to eat my fucking food." he rolls his eyes.

"suddenly, i'm not hungry!" i shout, my eyes filling with tears. his face changes from anger to guilt.

"echo, s-sit down," tyler's voice is soft. i hesitantly comply.

"i apologize for being rude. but what you said hurt me," he says.

"i apologize too," i say simply. he nods and i glance down at my food.

"i'm... uh, tired. can i go?" i ask. jenna glances at me, and then my food, but nods anyway.

-

"you aren't really getting better," robin huffs. i move closer to her on her couch, cuddling into her lap.

"i'm really trying," i sigh, digging my face into her thigh.

she strokes my hair, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

"tell me more about your brother. he  was the one who stopped you from, um.."

"i miss him, even though he never cared before," i smile, sitting back up and giving robin a kiss.

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tbh i think i'm addicted to finn wolfhard

like the past day all i can think about is him and what to say if i met him

like i'd probably ask if his hair is naturally curly

also like damn noah schnapp like i'd ask if he was born so adorable

(you might've noticed that there's no chapter 33. i deleted it because i wrote it before chapter 34 and it wouldn't publish in order)