Opening my eyes, I wake up to find my head buried in Tyler's chest. He still sleeping thankfully, it would of been awkward for of him to have been awake first. His head lays softly on top of mine. I can just about see his face. His mouth sits slightly ajar, revealing the bottom set of his crooked teeth. His cheeks are a rosy red tone, and he looks ill. Part of me wants to lean in and kiss him, the other half want to run away. I stay put, in hope that he'll be awake soon, it's not as if I could move anyway as Tyler's arms are wrapped securely around my waist.
Mine and Tyler's relationship has grown a lot between these past few days. Last week, we would of never even spoken to each other, and now here he is, laying on my bed beside me, asleep. My eyes are sore from all the crying if been doing, and my throat is bitterly dry. I purposely cough to wake Tyler up.
A few seconds later Tyler's eyes slowly open. He immediately glances over at me.
"You ok?" he asks, sitting up a little, removing his hands from around my waist. Now that his hands are gone I feel unprotected and vulnerable.
"I'm fine." I croak, sitting up as well.
"Thank you for being here with me, it help me...a lot." I attempt to clear my throat, but that make it worst.
"...And if I messed up your evening with my sad life, then I'm sorry." I add, looking down.
"Aria, I care about you ok? You may not of entirely realised it, but when you cry, I cry. When you smile I smile. There's something about you, something that draws me too you, some weird connection we've only just come to notice." Tyler goes on to say, and every word he says becomes truer and truer.
"I feel it too, Tyler." I smile, stopping him from speaking any further. I what kiss him, I have to kiss him. I have this energy grow inside of me, making me want to kiss him. I begin to lean forward, but I stop myself,
'You're so stupid,Aria' I think to myself,
'He's just saying that, he doesn't really have feelings for you.'
I can't stand my thoughts anymore,they're probably the reason I act like this.
"You want to leave, or...want a drink or something? I ask, sounding like I've forced my own happiness. Tyler glares over at me, unconvinced.
"Aria, you don't need to force your own happiness. You're upset, I know, but hiding it is worse than showing it." He says, bringing a certain tone to his voice that is serious, but loving at the same time. I know these things I notice about him is all in my head, but even imagining it makes everything seem a little better than it is.
"And I'll have a drink,please." Tyler adds, standing up. I stand up too, and we both walk into the kitchen, together.
"What would you like? Red bull?" I smile.
"Nah, not early enough in the morning(!)" he says sarcastically, pointing to the clock that reads 10:21.
The 21 reminds me of his and Josh's band: twenty one pilots. I meant to ask him about it, but I was in such a state yesterday that Tyler had to call Xander about my mom dying.
My mind has been skittish ever since I woke up, I guess I'm just trying by best not to think about mom, but I can't control my own thoughts.
"So a cuppa tea?" I question, confused whether or not he wanted a red bull or something thing different.
"Oh, yes please." He smiles rubbing his hands together. I switch the kettle on and grab out the supplies to make our tea, Tyler watching me the whole time.
Minutes later, we're both sitting on my couch sipping our cups of tea in silence. Tyler breaks the silence with a funny, yet stereotypical statement.
"We're so British!" He laughs, and I laugh back.
"Tea always tends to soothe me, eases my brain." I tell him out of the blue, managing to make myself frown at what I just said. He gives me this look, and this look is not part of my imagination, the look he gives me is real. He looks at me so helplessly, so sadly, it breaks my heart just to see him like this.
"Tyler...are you ok?" I ask, examining his face.
"Aria, what if I told you...I love you?" He asks, frowning.
"Tyler- I--" I start to say, but I can't seem to form words anymore. He's literally made me speechless.
"Aria, I love you, but I'm afraid. You don't know me very well, you don't know how messed up I really am. But, you, I know how messed up you are, how broken you are. And that...that just makes me love you a whole lot more. And I don't know why." Tears begin to stream down his eyes, and mine as well.
"Tyler, please, don't..." Is all I manage to say. He cries, and it sounds so painful, so deep.
"I think I should go, I brought this up too soon, sorry Aria." He weeps, fleeing out of my front door, not even looking back.
I'm left they're, pondering once again, over that boy, that broken boy,
Tyler Joseph.
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Quiet Is Viølent (Twenty One Pilots Fanfiction)
Fiksi Penggemar21 year old Aria was alone. With nobody to help her it seems all hope is lost. That is until her next door neighbour, Tyler Joseph shows an interest in her messed up mind, and wants to help her get through these troubling times. After she discovers...
