All I want (twenty one pilots fanfiction)

Chapter Eight

I didn’t know whether I should be happy or not. I was glad I was going to see Tyler again, happy he cared enough to come over, but I looked absolutely horrible and he’d want to talk about personal stuff with me. So yeah, mixed emotions.

I stood up, my throat hurting, eyes burning, face red and head heavy. Isn’t crying just amazing. I walked into the bathroom and took some sips of water, which soothed my throat a little. I picked a washing cloth from the counter and tried rubbing away the red puffiness of my eyes and face, with little success. I drank some more, and decided to take some aspirin. I removed the last bits of make-up that were spread over my face and reapplied some mascara and concealer. I decided that I didn’t look too terrible for someone who has just been sobbing for what felt like 2 hours straight.

I sat on the couch staring into nothingness until  I heard the bell ring. I got up, hands trembling. When I opened the door I saw Tyler, staring into my eyes with a concerned look on his face. I smiled a little to indicate that I was okay and that I was glad to see him.

“Hey.” He walked in, put his bags on the floor and embraced me.

“Hey.” I replied, my voice unsteady. The embrace felt good, warm and friendly. I was in big need of that and I hadn’t realized it before. I invited him over to the living room and asked if he wanted something to drink. A minute later we sat on the couch, both having a glass of ice tea in our hands. “So..” Tyler said, “I’m not going to ask you how you’re doing because your answer is either going to be ‘not okay’ or a lie, but seriously, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry. But really, I don’t want to bother someone with my problems, at least not someone I barely know. Does that make sense?”

“It does make sense actually, so this means there’s only one thing we can do right now, getting to know each other.” Tyler smiled at me, a genuine and also cute smile.  I smiled back at him.”Okay, that sounds good to me.” My voice a little unsteady and insecure.

“Okay, I’ll start. My name is Tyler Robert Joseph, I’m 19 years old and my birthday is December first. I was born and raised in Columbus and I really love it here. Uhm, I write songs, play piano and ukulele, I’m in a band with my best friend, I hate bananas but I love Mario Kart.”Tyler said. “Wow wait, you’re in a band?” I asked. “Yep, we’re not big or something but we’re having fun and working hard.” Tyler said, like it wasn’t a big deal. “That’s amazing! What are you guys called?” “We’re twenty one pilots. But now it’s your turn to introduce yourself, okay?” “Uhm if I have to, I mean, I’m not that interesting but, I’m Jenna Black, I turned 18 June 12th, uhm I play basketball,” “Really?!” Tyler interrupted me, “Yes really, why?” I laughed a little at his outburst of enthusiasm. “I used to play basketball, my brothers and sister still do, I miss it sometimes, but yeah I don’t have the time anymore.” “Ah that sucks… I hate how fast time can go… but yeah, uhm, I have 2 ‘friends’ here,” indicating I didn’t mean it with my voice and fingers that I didn’t mean it, “and my other 3 friends live in Seattle, I miss them like crazy. My parents and little brother are also in Seattle now, ugh.” I rubbed my eyes a little, glad my crying had stopped.

“Why would they go to Seattle without you? I mean… you probably miss it most and.. I don’t understand.”

“My granddad has lung cancer, we found that out last Saturday. They had to go there to help and support him and my grandmother. I still had school and training and I have to babysit, so that’s why I couldn’t come. I got extremely mad at my parents, still am. I’m probably going to Seattle this summer though, but it’s just… I feel so left behind, like, all the time.”

Tyler nodded, I was glad because he seemed to understand. “Is that why you were crying?” he asked me. “Yeah, I mean, it’s not just that. But for a big part, yes. I don’t know. My thinking is like: I want to go to Seattle, my parents don’t want me to come with them, there must be a reason why they leave me behind. Also, I have no real friends here, there must be a reason for that. I just blame myself for everything. And the worst part is, I can’t figure out what I’m doing wrong.”

We both remained silent for a second. Tyler broke the silence. “I know what you mean, or at least I partially do. And maybe, if you want to, I can be your first friend up here. I’d like to. You seem like one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever seen.” At this, I felt myself blush, I smiled and said: “I’d love to have you as my first friend. You’re the most caring guy I’ve ever met.” We smiled at each other, a little awkwardly. “Uhm do you want something more to drink? And I think my mom left me here with an arsenal of chocolate chip cookies, do you like those?” I asked quickly, to break the tension. “Yeah, that’s cool. I guess I’d like some more ice tea too.” I stood up and walked toward the kitchen, when Tyler asked: “And uhm, can I use your phone to send someone a text?” I was a little surprised by this question but said he could use it. I walked back to unlock it for him and then returned to the kitchen. When I sat back down at the couch after putting the tray with cookies and our glasses on the table, Tyler said: “Sorry. I had to text myself. Now I’ll be able to start a new conversation, since it was your turn to text.” He laughed a little, showing me it was a joke. “Oh and, I followed myself on twitter because, well… I don’t know why.” I laughed, it felt kind of miraculous how he could make me laugh, not even an hour after feeling super bad. “Does this mean I don’t have to pick up the next time you call me?” I joked, “NOOOH you have to pick up,” Tyler laughed, “I’m sorry I couldn’t! I was in the store, buying a new ukulele so I couldn’t pick up, sorry…” He sounded pitiful. I told him it was okay, when he said he still had to text his mom he was at going to be home a little late.

“Tyler can I ask you something? I mean I already have now, but I wanted to ask you what your tattoos mean. My question wasn’t actually if  could ask you a question.” I said, mentally facepalming myself. “It’s kind of personal,” Tyler said, “but I don’t see any harm in telling you. Just tell me if I tell too much and get boring, okay? I get carried away sometimes.” I nodded and listened to his soft voice talking about the pictures on his skin. I couldn’t help it, but I was pretty sure that I was falling for Tyler Joseph.

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After talking for at least two more hours, we ordered Chinese food and ate it while watching some random tv show. We talked and I showed him the house, including my room where the chair was still laying on the floor. I also explained how I’d gotten my knuckles bruised, by showing the small red blood stains on the wall. He gave me a hug and said it was all going to be okay one day. I hugged back and smiled into his shoulder, which was an amazingly amazing feeling.

It was about half past eight when Tyler stood up to leave and go home. He’d already asked me if I was able to stay by myself several times. “You can always call me if you need me or need to talk. I’ll leave my sound on, please call if you feel like it, deal?” I nodded. “Thanks for coming, I really appreciate it.” I smiled at him and he pulled me into a hug. “I had fun today, Jenna.” “Me too. Thanks again.” He walked out of the door, then turned around. “Would you like to go on a date with me? Like, Friday or something?” Tyler asked me, I was stunned by the question, but started smiling extremely broad. “Off course!” I couldn’t get my retarded smile of my face and Tyler seemed to struggle with his too. “Okay, great. I’ll call or text you tomorrow. Goodnight!” We waved goodbye, and when his car was out of sight, I ran inside and jumped on the couch, smiling hysterically.

“I’m. Going. On. A. Date. With. Tyler. Joseph.”