All I want (twenty one pilots fanfiction)

Chapter Seven

I woke up with my phone in my hands.

It was 9 in the morning and I checked my twitter timeline, which had nothing interesting on it. I checked the rest of my social media, yet nothing really interested me, until I remembered the text Tyler had last sent me. It was, kind of strange, but I loved it. It had something to it, something I can’t explain. I couldn’t wait to see Tyler again. Texting him was good, even though I really suck at texting, but seeing him would be so much better.

I walked downstairs and saw my parents discussing something at the kitchen table. I greeted them and walked to the living room, picking up the book I was reading, Paper Towns by John Green. Amazing. I was on my way back to my room when my parents called me into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and filled it with water, drinking half of it and pouring the other half back in the kitchen sink. I sat down at the table and looked at my parents, who gave me a look that was hard to read. Sad, kind of stern, concerned maybe and a little apologizing.

“What?” I asked.

“Jenna, we…” started my dad. “Your mother and I decided that we should go to Seattle for a while.”

“Okay, I guess that’s good. I mean, granddad will like it and all that, and I guess it takes some time off grandma’s hands too. I was actually going to call them later this morning.”

“We know. We have one problem though, and well, it probably already has occurred to you. We wanted to leave tomorrow, with Ben. He can be-“

“Homeschooled but not at home. I have to stay here, watch the house, go to fricking school, babysit, and most of all feel horrible.” I said it without any emotion in my face or voice, but from the inside I was colored with emotions, mostly anger, sadness and frustration.

My parents remained quiet. After about 20 seconds my mom said: “sorry, Jen. Really, I would’ve done anything to have you come with us but it’s just not going to work.”

“Doesn’t matter.” I said angrily, making it obvious that it did actually matter. “Really. If you’ve done everything you could… you just, you can’t do more, right?” my voice was trembling now.

“Jenna, please.”

“No. Don’t worry. I’m going to go to my room now, and I’m going to call grandpa. Please don’t disturb me while I’m doing so.”

I grabbed my phone and called. I hadn’t calmed down yet but I was able to keep my voice straight.

“Jenna, honey!” My grandfather said. “How are you?”

“I’m not so good, honestly but that’s not important right now. How are you grandpa?”

“How you feel is important, don’t be so hard on yourself. Anyway, I’m doing pretty good. Except for, you know, my lungs and all that. But it’s good that I know what’s wrong with me and honestly, I’m glad I’m not getting treatment. I want to have my last months as a good memory.” Hearing him say these words made me sad but I was glad he was kind of optimistic, or at least happy.

“I miss you, grandpa, I  miss you and I hate this all.”

“I miss you too. It’s really stupid you’re not going to be able to come with your parents this week. Is that why you’re so sad?”

“Partially, yes. I just wish I could see you and talk to you and grandma.”

“That’s the only wish I have left, seeing the beautiful woman my granddaughter has turned into. But it’s going to happen, I promise. I was just talking to your grandma,, wait a second.” I heard some muffled sounds and let out a sigh. “Sorry, Jen. I’m back. Your  grandmother and I decided we want you to come stay with us for 2 or three weeks in the summer, or longer if you’d like to.” At that, I gasped for air and started smiling, almost forgetting what had happened before.