I'm sorry Tyler I'm gonna read this over again and cringe later.
Tyler, the quiet, floral child with a pimpled face nervously walked up to the Taco Bell and opened the door. At the sight of a small crowd in the resturaunt, he sighed out in relief. The only person he wanted to see was y/n. He sat there, frantically tapping his feet in the booth seat. When you walked through the door he looked up. You seemed to have brought the evening's night chill inside with you and you crossed your arms shivering.
Tyler smiled and patted the seat next to him. He took off the grey jacket he was wearing and wrapped it around your shoulders. You looked into his eyes and smiled back.
"Why Thankyou, you're such a gentleman,"
In return he laughed," I'm sorry this couldn't be the fanciest dining you've ever seen, I couldn't afford to take you to a nice seafood restaurant,"
"I'm allergic to shrimp anyways, besides I don't like how many snooty people are in there," Tyler perked up at the thought having something in common with you.
"I still wished I had the money," he looked down. They called your orders and Tyler got up to grab them. He nodded towards the door and you finished the rest of the date in the car.
"You know, you can sing Tyler," you say hopping into the passenger side. "I couldn't possibly," You interrupted him.
"Why? Josh can play the drums!" You smile.
"Then, you could play the guitar!"
"Oh," you scoff. "I would never. It should be just you two, I can see it now!" You say taking a bite out of a taco.
"You're pretty inspiring y/n, you know?" Tyler said smiling
****
You stand on the side stage of a twenty one pilots concert. It had been years since that night, and was now it was your anniversary. Tyler wouldn't do the cliche pull you on stage and dedicate a song to you. He knew you'd shit your pants, not because of stage fright, you had preformed before, you just didn't like it. Instead, you spent the rest of the night together after the showing at Taco Bell, enjoying each other's company
