Air Catcher

Planning My Crash Landing

Josh's pov

"How's Tyler?" Merritt asked over the phone. We had been talking for hours. Weekends were so boring.

"Good. Distracted."

"Oh?" She asked. "How so?"

"He hasn't focused on school work at all yet this year, and I don't think it's senioritus."

"Well then what is it?"

"This girl in his English class. He won't tell me her name but he can't seem to shut up about her." It wasn't a bad thing, she made him happy, so it made me happy.

"I probably don't know her, but what does she look like?"

"She has grey eyes, although he likes to call them silver, and long colored hair."

Merritt was silent for a minute. "What color is her hair?"

"Teal I think."

"Is all of it teal?"

"No, just the tips. The rest is black."

Mere laughed abruptly.

"What?" I asked.

"That's- That's one of my best friends." She said between breaths. "She's been acting weird since the first week of school and Hannah and I couldn't figure out why." She took a deep breath and stopped laughing.

I smiled. "So you think she likes him too?"

"I'm almost positive. What should we do about it?" She asked.

"I'm not sure we should do anything...."

"Oh yes we should. Hearing what Tyler is like from you and knowing Alyx, nothing is ever going to happen if we don't do something." Merritt practically giggled. She never giggled. "If Tyler gets upset with you blame it on me. I'm going to talk to Hannah and figure something out."

"OK... If you're sure about this."

"It's going to be great."

Alyx's pov

I was laying in my bed strumming my guitar when my phone dinged.

'Hey, is it OK if Josh brings a friend when we hang out this weekend?' The message was from Merritt.

I thought for a minute. I didn't really think it would be fun to have someone I didn't know at my house for most of the day, and really I was just an antisocial person in the first place. But I didn't want to be rude.

'Sure' I texted back. I laid back down. This should be interesting.

My phone went off again.

'Hey, how are you?' This time it was Tyler.

'I'm pretty good' I typed, before deleting it and retyping, 'Not the best. I've kind of had a crappy day.'

'Same here.' He replied.

My screen changed and rang, telling me he was face-timing me.

I sat up, moved the bottoms of my hair around, and adjusted my guitar before answering.

"Hey." He sounded tired. Come to think of it was almost eleven. I should probably be tired too.

"Hey." I smiled.

"What's on your head?" He asked.

I touched my forehead and smirked. "A flower crown, you got a problem with that?"

"No it's just... one sec." Tyler slipped out of view.

A minute later he came back into my line of sight and I laughed. A woven flower crown with fake red roses rested on his head. Tyler grinned and started laughing as well.

"Hold still, I have to screenshot you!" I complained.

"Alright." He agreed. He stopped moving and forced his smile away.

"Tyler Joseph, why do you always try to not smile?" I scowled.

"I have a horrible smile."

"OK, that's a lie." You're smile is one of the best parts of my day, now put it back on right now or I will crawl through this screen and fight you." I said playfully.

"That sounds fun." His eyes sparked.

"Tyler I swear-"

That got him. He broke into a wide grin and I screenshoted the moment before he could take it away from me.

"Thanks for making my day." I smiled at him.

"Always. And right back at you." He replied.

"What do you mean? I didn't do anything." I asked, confused.

He gave me a tiny smile and changed the subject. "Your hair looks really nice."

My face immediately turned bright red. "Oh... um... thanks." I started messing with it self consciously and saw him watching my hands move through my hair.

"So..." I said awkwardly. "What have you been up to today?"

"Nothing much, I've been stuck in the house all day trying to come up with some lyrics."

"Did you make any progress?" I asked.

"Now I have." His head bent down and he jotted something on a piece of paper.

"Going to bed anytime soon?" I asked.

"Probably not. Are you?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Sick."