{COMPLETED - BOOK 1} Everyday seemed like it was repeating itself, the pattern of Tyler's life becoming more and more dull. It wasn't until he walked into his normal coffee shop, that his day suddenly grew a little bit brighter. The thought of his religion and faith seemed to weigh him down as much as he didn't discuss, but once he laid eyes on the mysterious Jenna Black, he realised there was still a glint of light left of purpose {very church involved fic, it's good though, I swear}

Twenty One Pilots fanfiction, based on the relationship between Tyler and Jenna. Five years after moving to Ohio, Jenna still feels out of place. She doesn't have many friends and feels alone a lot. She tries to fit in, the question is, will it ever work?

When Jenna was six years old, she watched a boy leap off a building, sprout wings as he fell, then fly off into the distance. Her young mind embraced and believed the boy was real, but as she got older, she was teased more and more about "The Boy Who Can Fly." Jenna will be forced to see therapist after therapist, counselor after counselor, all trying to break her belief in the flying boy. To avoid all of the ridicule from her family and her peers, she spends high school pretending to be "cured" from her wild imagination. Once she leaves for college, she intends never to tell anyone about the boy she saw that night, until it comes back to haunt her.

Jenna Black has always felt different, like she didn't belong in Ohio. The demons that were calling her every night, constantly demanding to be heard. Her parents thought it was just a phase, her friends never noticed. Tyler Joseph comes in her life as storm. Can he change her?

Jenna Black is a girl that struggles with social anxiety and likes to draw, and there's nothing interesting about her at all. You probably wouldn't even notice her walking by or maybe you wouldn't even know she exists at all, until she would run into you. She lives a plain life, avoids people and is fine with that. Until one cold December evening she bumps in to a man that took her drawing as an album cover three years ago and said something that made her stay alive just for a little bit. Though she still doesn't believe that she's worth the place on earth. Will he succeed to convince her?

Hey, hey, wouldn't it be great, great, if we could just lay down and wake up in Slowtown?