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one- it doesn't make sense.

You may be wondering, how does a nobody like me, know the famous Tyler Joseph of twenty one pilots. Well it's a funny story. I was neighbours to the Joseph family. My mother was a close friend of Kelly Joseph, Tyler's mom. I was often found running around our houses and playing with Tyler . Since my mom was so close to Joseph family I ended up being thrown into the same high school as the brown haired boy. I was there for all of it. Tyler's first basketball game with the schools basketball team. Tyler writing "no phun intended". Tyler having josh come over for the first time. I was there when he made the "irenew" video. I was there for all of it. He was also there when my mother died. I held her hand as cancer took the last of her. I remember her looking up at nothing in particular, life slowly draining out of her eyes. Then he was gone. His family didn't come around after that. I tried to contact them. I called a thousand times. I knocked over and over again at their door. I'm not going to lie it took me a long time to realize that mum was gone. My dad grew depressed. He tries to talk to me as much as he can now, but it doesn't even feel like he's trying anymore. Like he gave up on life. Like he gave up on me. i gave up on Tyler. I gave up calling, i gave up knocking, I gave staring at his bedroom window hoping that he would pull the curtains over and say "hey Margot! come over!". its sad to say but I did give up on him.

My blanket it's over my ear and I'm buried in my pillows when my dad knocks on my bedroom door. I tug my comforter down a little and crack my eyes open a little "mhmmyeammm" I mumble past my morning breath. He opens my door and comes into my room. He's wearing his grey slacks and white button up shirt. "Hey..sweetie. I'm going to work" I let a couple seconds of silence sit between us. He's so awkward. "Mmmokay" I mumble as a reply. I roll over and pull my blanket back over my ear. Please, just go away. Let me fucking sleep. I shut my eyes again and listen to my breathing for a couple minutes. Fuck, I really need to get a job and move out so I can wake up when ever the hell I feel like. But I really don't want to leave dad alone. If I leave him alone...who knows what he'll do. I roll on my back and force my eyes open. I stare at the band poster on my ceiling. Fountains of Wayne. They have some pretty cool music I guess. I'm really into like pop punk and indie music. I peel my comforter off my body and stand up. I stretch my arms and rub my eyes. My eyes wander and I see his window. The same black curtains have been pulled over that window for years now. I..miss him. It's hard to admit, but I do miss Tyler. I miss his laugh and his smile. I miss his humour and good taste in food. I miss hugging him. Fuck. I wonder over to my desk and pick up my phone. I pull the charger out and turn it on. I got a couple notifications. I clear the notifications and head out of my bedroom. I turn the corner and enter my extremely bare kitchen. the walls were originally white but now it borders yellow because of age. the counters are a brown faux marble and the cabinets are black wood. our once big dining table was replaced with a small orange table that my dad had since the 80's. when mum died, my dad either moved mums stuff to the basement, sold it, or left it on the curb for people to pick up. thankfully I salvaged the important stuff like photos, jewelry, notebooks, and a couple articles of clothing. my most prized possession of hers is this emerald green dress. its a silk like fabric and it hugs the body. its full length but my mother was some-what tall. I'm short like my father so its a bit odd fitting on me. I walk to the cupboards and open it, setting my phone on the counter. there was a couple bowls, two left over packages of apple oatmeal, and a handful of fruit loops left in the cereal box. I pull out the cereal box and stick my hand into it. I pull out a couple fruit loops and stuff them in my mouth eagerly. dad sucks at grocery shopping. I eat the rest of the cereal left overs and toss the box on the counter. I pick my phone up and sit at the orange table .I look at the various papers spread on the table. rent due, electricity bill, newspaper, ads...and a red notice.

3 day notice to pay rent or vacate premise.

I check the date and it states it was from October. dad never told me about this? clearly, he found a way to pay because its now December and if he didn't, I definitely wouldn't be sitting at this table right now. I place the notice down with an idea. I open my phone and open goggle maps and type in closest fast food restaurant near me. dad clearly needs more income then what's coming right now in order to keep living here. I need to get a job. I mean its pretty sad that I'm 20 and my dad still buys me tampons. I cringe at the thought. a couple results pop up i click on the first result to show up.

Taco Bell

808 S high st, Columbus, OH

43206, USA

there's a small description under the address and a little message. "Now Hiring!" I mean, not the place I was exactly thinking, but it works I guess. I dash to my room and rummage through clothing on my floor, trying to find something to wear. I pick up a long sleeve black tee with a wide collar and blue mom jeans. I peel back my band t-shirt and pajama shorts and toss them on the ground with the rest of the poor clothes on the ground. I quickly pull on my jeans and top, tucking my phone in my back pocket. "fuck! I don't have any clean socks." I scramble around, picking clothes off the floor in search of socks. I cringe. I'm going to have to wear dirty socks. I scout some dirty socks and pull them on, making a gaging noise. I rush to the bathroom and stand in the mirror. I run my fingers through my long honey hair. I guess I look good. I go to the front door and throw on my big winter jacket. fucking hate Ohio weather. its only December 2nd and its already snowing. I roll my eyes and pull on my boots. I pull my hood up and exit the house. the cold hits my face and my breath turns into fog. I don't have bus faire so it looks like I'm walking. fucking awesome.

******

I quickly enter the fast food restaurant, my body begging to get out of the cold. oh god, I cant feel my toes. the restaurant is tacky. The walls are this weird brown cement texture. The floor is a dark green tile and the lights are scattered ceiling lights. The tables are a beaver puke honey and the chairs are blackish metal. It smells like 40 year old men who live in their parents basement and week old tacos. I unzip my jacket and walk toward the counter. A guy with green hair, tan skin, a septum piercing and a lip piercing pops out around from the corner and smiles at me. This dude looks edgy. "wow, finally a customer that isn't homeless or looking for crack! how can I help you?" my eyes widen. "I uh.. heard you guys were hiring" I say with a queasy tone. he closes his eyes and sighs "yeah yeah. here's a application.." he reaches under the counter and hands me a paper with a bunch of printed information. "uh thanks..when's my interview?". he stares at me for a couple seconds like I just told him I was from another planet. he bursts out laughing leaning on the counter and clutches his stomach, laughing harder and harder. "O-oh are you okay?" he lets out a couple giggles and makes a ahhh sound. "yes yes, your just very funny. I liked that joke." I furrow my brows "that wasn't a joke though.." he looks at me and his eyes widen. "oh- you weren't joking?' I nod my head no, face cocked back. "oh sweetie, we don't do interviews. we are taco bell, not new York times. you fill it out, hand it in, and if you get a call you got the job. no call, no job." I blink and nod. this place is so sketchy man...I love it weirdly enough. I take the application form and fold it, stuffing it in my jacket. "I hope to see you tomorrow with that form filled out girl." "I-uh-yeah definitely.." I give him an awkward smile and pull my hood back up. man, I really hope I get this job. I need the money. I leave the restaurant and the weather seems to be colder then before. now, on the journey home. I get to pass Tyler's house. Tyler. he feels like a distant memory.

- hey guys! I completely re-wrote this story because it needed major work and it was just really shitty. now that its summer break and I have a laptop, I can spend way more time and work on my chapters. I would gladly take any feedback or ideas!

-A