The Piløt Episøde ► Twenty Øne Piløts

S1.E2: Jøb Time

It's already has been a couple of weeks since Tyler moved into his new apartment. He's grown really close to some of his neighbors on his floor, like Patrick for example. He's started to become friends with him and his other friends that come around to his apartment; Pete, Joe, and Andy. All of them were really cool for Tyler to hand out with, but he just felt like a third wheel (or fifth in this case) whenever they all hung out. 

All the four of them were really close together already, so they all had of there inside jokes and had stuff to always talk about, and then there was just Tyler. Sitting beside them, just nodding and smiling along . . . Not feeling awkward at all.

Patrick has tried to invite Tyler into the conversations that they have, but one of the others would just cut him off. Like for example:

"So, Tyler, what did you do Sunday?" Patrick asked Tyler, trying to start a conversation with him.

Tyler wanted to say something, but Andys mumbles of what sounded like Latin cut him off. Tyer looked over to Pete who sighed annoyed. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke to Andy. "For the time, I am not a demon. You don't need to exorcize me."

Andy shrugged his shoulders. He reached over to the chip bowl, "It was worth a try."

Or . . .

"Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Tyler?" Patrick asked him as he was getting comfortable on the couch.

"I do!" Pete shouted as he raised his hand.

Patrick nodded knowingly. "I know, Pete."

"I'm sad."

Patrick sighed. "I know, Pete."

And this all just happened yesterday. 

But besides Patrick and his friends, Tyler had another friend on his floor. He was quite a tall gentleman whose name was Dallon Weekes. They met the same way Tyler and Patrick met.

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Tyler woke up around five in the morning in his lonely queen-sized bed (which Brendon had 'helped' him made). He sat up on his bed, stretching his arms over his head, yawning as he did. He scratched his head and he looked outside the dirty window to see the sunlight coming in. 

Tyler rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he got up from his bed and walked out of his room, over to the bathroom to do his business. When he was done, he turned on the shower. He played around with the shower knobs until he found the right temperature. 

Tyler dried himself off with a white towel when he was done. He wrapped the towel around his waist as he exited the bathroom. He walked over to his bedroom and went over to his closet and opened it, looking for what he should today.

His closet was filled with many colors of clothes, most of them black. Black was the only color that Tyler liked to wear. That's why he picked out a plain black shirt to wear, as well as a black pair of skinny jeans that were just a bit too big for him - height wise. He also picked out a black, loose kimono with small pink flower designs over it.

That kimono was special to him. His ex-girlfriend, Jenna, gave it to him for his twentieth birthday. They were the happiest couple in the world. Everything was perfect until a couple of months after his twentieth birthday.

March 22.

It was twelve a.m. and they were just exiting a small nightclub downtown. It was Jenna's idea. She thought that Tyler should 'loosen up' a bit, but not too much. They were still a couple after all.