I Guess We'll Never Know (adopted by fob)✔

Twenty-Three

Ty
"Right I can do this." Pete smiled softly and took my hand. "Okay sorry guys! She got a little nervous." I blushed and looked down at my socks. "It's okay. I'm Josh and this is Tyler." "The name is also Tyler, I like Ty though." They both nodded and sat on the couch. "Am I allowed to switch off buses? So like one night on Bren's, Josh's, and then yours?" I looked over at Pete and he seemed to be thinking it over. "I'm completely fine with that. Just make sure it's okay with the others." I did a silent cheer and hugged Pete. "Can I get some coffee?" Pete shrugged and I took that as a yes. I wandered into the kitchen, trying to find my coffee cup. "Joe Trohman! You used the damn cup again!" I heard him let out a giggle. "You fucking asshat. I'll just use your Darth Vader one!" He gasped and I heard him run into the kitchen. "Anyone but that one." I shook my head and made myself a cup of coffee. "Stop using mine and this won't happen." He pouted and nodded.

"Ty where are you going?" "Grabbing my sketchbook. I do run the most followed Instagram art page." I ran down into my room and looked for my backpack. Once I found it, I grabbed the giant sketchbook out of it. I went back upstairs and sat down in the living room. "Do you mind if we look?" I shook my head and opened to the front cover. "They're not very good." "Tyler! This is amazing!" Bren held up the sketchbook to show a drawing I did of all the guys together." I blushed and looked down. "I guess. I messed up on Patrick's hair and Ryan looks like a pudgy thumb. Pete looks more emo than intended. Andy looked like a girl and Joe looks like his head is a bowling ball. Bren you look gayer than usual and Spencer looks like a fuckboy on drums. Dallon looks like an actual giraffe." The guys laughed at my rambling. "Honey, this looks amazing. Don't doubt your art work." I blushed again and nodded, despite not actually believing a word he said. It looks like utter shit, I could've done better and I know that. "I'm gonna go take a nap." I grabbed the book off the table and scurried off to the basement.

"Ty!" I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I groaned and laid back in the bed. "TY! COME ON!" I let out a long whine and pushed the covers off of my body. "What the hell do you guys want? I haven't even been asleep for an hour." I walked out in shorts and a small tank top. "I though you'd be happy to see me!" "ALEX!" I ran over and jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He stumbled a bit but was able to regain his balance. "Hey kiddo." Out of all the All Time Low boys, Alex and Rian I got closest to. "Why're you here? Are you going on tour with us too?" He shook his head and pointed out everyone in the living room, ending on Oliver Perry. "Oh, okay. I'm gonna go back to my room." I gave everyone hugs quickly and quietly retreated to my room. "TY!" Pete trailed behind me. "Come on, they were really excited to see you. You don't have to talk to Oliver." I sighed and agreed with him. It'd be the first and last time I'll see them for months. "You're right. We won't seem them for months and I want them to have a good last time with me."

"Sorry guys." I sat down on Alex's lap and leaned into his warmth. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "How have you been Ty? It's been a few months." I sighed. "I ran away after getting into a fight with Dad. Oliver and I fought the next day they found me. I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Oliver and I broke up and now I'm going on tour with Dad for four months." "Wait you guys broke up? Why the hell didn't you tell me!?" Tony had turned to Oliver and he looked angry. "Because I knew you'd get angry and make me apologize when it was entirely her fault." "My fucking fault! I got help like you told me to and you just fucking brushed it off when I told you. You acted like a child and ignored me for weeks. I broke up with you because you are an immature child." The room got quiet and I could feel tension. "Well if you hadn't pushed me away none of this would've happened!" "I didn't push you away! I didn't want to admit I was in a bad place. You got up and fucking walked away!" I heard Pete suck in a breath. I could tell he wanted to get into it, but respected that I could fight my own battles. "Maybe if you weren't such an emo little shit than I wouldn't have walked away!" I sucked in a breath to calm myself down. "How the hell did I even like you? You're immature, lazy, a fucking lair, and you never acted like you even liked me. You told Pete I'd be out of state in two days when we live in the heart of CHICAGO! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" I could feel the anger seep in. "Ty, calm down." I frowned and leaned back into Alex's arms.

"Oliver what the hell? You told me you actually really like her. You treated her like shit? I raised you better than that!" He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Mom told me the second you stepped out of line, your ass is back in Mexico. I'm calling her tomorrow and you're going to be on the next plane to her tomorrow. No buts, no ifs, and no fucking arguing." I'd never seen Oliver so scared in his life, but I can tell you, I was amused as hell.