#which is crazy to say since they’re tyler and josh’s songs not mine

[re-decorate]

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[dreamsofpilots]

The Lodger Pt. 3

Tyler Joseph x Reader

Additional characters: Brendon Urie, Dallon Weekes, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Andy Hurley, Joe Trohman, Gerard Way, Josh Dun, Frank Iero 

Things are heating up at The Gerard Way Boarding Home for Lost Musicians.  

Warnings: Cursing, nudity, drinking. Y’know. The usual. 

AN: Hahaha my hand slipped and now this...good luck. I even surprised myself, like, I didn’t plan on this happening you guys. I swear. This chapter is very long so only read it when you have time. I know some of you are still going through finals, so please don’t let this distract you. 

Brendon drifted in the pool, his bum firmly planted inside of a ring floatie as his arms and legs spread through the water, paddling gently. His hair flowed out behind him when he tilted his head back to let his crown feel the coolness of the water on this hot summer day. His large black sunglasses hid his expression, and a beer drifted aimlessly beside him incased in it’s own floatie shaped like a pink flamingo. 

I sat at the edge of the pool, letting my feet dangle in the water. I found myself lost in thought as I watched how the sun caught on the waves, casting ripples against the skin of my toes. 

“Hey Brendon?” I asked. 

“Hmm?” he hummed, reaching for his beer without looking. 

I bit my lip anxiously before continuing, “What do you think of Tyler?”

Brendon shrugged, causing his floatie to squeak against his skin. “He’s alright,” he answered. “Why?”

I didn’t reply for a moment, and the silence seemed to speak louder than words because Brendon lifted his sunglasses away from his eyes, squinting at me. “Why?” he asked again, this time drawing it out. 

I shrugged. “Just wondering.”

I didn’t look up, but I could hear the squeaking of the wet plastic and the splashing as Brendon slipped out of his pool donut and swam towards me. Soon, the man was drifting under the water, his hair flowing like some sort of male siren before he emerged out of the water in front of me, wearing his signature smirk. 

“Does someone have a crush?” he cooed, placing his sunglasses on the concrete next to me.

My face immediately heated, and I struggled to speak. “What?! No!” 

Brendon lifted himself out of the pool slightly, maneuvering in between my legs, hands on the outside of either of my thighs. Water rolled down his chest and shoulders, dripping from his hair into his eyes. I leaned back slightly from how close he suddenly was. I could even see his long eyelashes clumping with water.

“Tell the truth,” his voice dropped. I felt myself shiver, not unpleasantly. 

Brendon and I had been pretty close with each other since we moved into Gerard’s. We somehow just clicked. Him, with his outrageous but kind hearted personality, and me with my more reserved self, but hiding an adventurous spirit inside. We cuddled often, and I’ve slept in his bed more than a few times when the nightmares would get bad. He wouldn't even question it, and just lift his covers, allowing me to cower against him. So having Brendon be this close wasn’t that unusual.

“I- I-” I gulped, unsure of how I felt or what to do. 

Brendon tilted his head, staring at me with his large emotive eyes, a glimmer of mischief within them. “Don’t tell me I have something to me jealous about...” 

He slowly inched his face closer to mine, a smirk still playing on his lips. I knew he was just teasing me, but there was something about his tone that made me unsure. His breath wisped against my lips, and I felt my own hitch in my throat. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat broke both of our attention. We turned our heads to see Tyler standing there, looking extremely uncomfortable as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

 “Um, I, just wanted to let you guys know that I’m heading out for a bit. I’ll be back later.” he said, unable to maintain eye contact with either of us for very long. 

Brendon sunk back into the water, “Sure man. Have fun. Be safe.” His grin was almost too cheeky. I narrowed my eyes at him, but if he noticed, he didn’t act like it. 

“Right,” Tyler locked eyes with me, then quickly looked away. “Um, bye.” He gave an awkward wave and then scurried out the back gate. 

Brendon laughed as the gate clicked securely behind Tyler. He swam back to his floatie, diving under before popping back up in the center of it, reaching for his beer that was still floating by. 

“What was that about?” I asked, unable to hide my flustered and slightly annoyed tone. The man shrugged again and I gave up with a groan. Lifting my feet from the water, I stood, brushing off my shorts as I did so. I collected my towel and turned towards the house, noticing Andy and Pete coming out. They were both carrying towels of their own and clad in their swim trunks. 

“Hey,” Andy acknowledged softly. 

I smiled at the both of them as I walked past, eager to be back inside. Joe and Dallon were jamming together in the living room when I walked past. “Where’s Patrick?” I asked. 

“Taking a nap,” Joe answered, not dropping his riff for even a moment. 

I nodded and headed up to my room, making sure to take quiet steps as I went past Patrick’s room. Sure, there was always music playing in this house, but that was something we all took comfort in, so I didn't want my footfall to be the thing that woke him up.

Tyler’s side of the bedroom looked so tidy compared to mine. His bed was made, and his keyboard was tucked away neatly into the corner. My side however, had clothes and pages filled with tabs strewn all over the place. I sighed, Tyler probably hated sharing rooms. 

Deciding to do something about this, I began to clean my room. I thought about vacuuming but remembered Patrick and promised myself that I would do it later. About halfway through cleaning, my phone started buzzing in my back pocket. I pulled it out and smiled when I saw who it was.

“Hey Gee,” I answered. 

“Hey! How are you?” he asked, his voice held a pleasant smoothness. 

I debated how much I wanted to tell him, because technically things were fine, but there was still some awkwardness between me and Tyler, and then Brendon suddenly acting strange this afternoon. 

“Things are...fine..”

Gerard laughed, “Why does your tone say otherwise?” 

I shrugged before remembering that he couldn’t see me. “I don’t know man, it’s just getting used to having another addition I guess.” 

“Tyler’s not giving you any trouble is he?” The man slipped into his overprotective voice. 

“No, no,” I assured him, “Nothing like that. It’s just, an adjustment is all.” 

“I see. As long as you’re okay.”

“Yes Gee, I’m fine.” It was always nice how much Gerard cared about all of us. Made me feel like there was actually a person who loved me in this world. 

After making sure that I was, in fact, alright, Gerard asked how all the others were doing, and I let him know the gist of how they were. Then, after a while of catching up with him, he got to his reason for calling. “So I actually have another motive for calling you,” he began.

“Should I be worried?” I asked jokingly. 

“Nah, not at all. I was just wondering if you could do me a small favor?” 

“Sure, what’s up?”

“In my bedroom, there’s a black notebook in the nightstand. I was wondering if you could take it to my buddy’s club for me?” 

I told him I could, and after working out a few more details, we ended our call. My phone buzzed again as I made my way downstairs, but it was only a text from Gerard with the address of the club. 

It felt strange entering Gerard’s room. It was like a forbidden space and I felt as if I was sneaking around. The room itself was simple, but reflected his love of comic books as well as his other interests. It still held a bit of his scent, which I found strangely comforting. It was Gerard that had rescued me from my old way of life though, so I suppose it made sense.

“What are you doing?” I heard Brendon ask from behind me as I reached into Gerard’s nightstand drawer. 

I turned to look at him, seeing him lean against the doorway, rubbing a towel over his head. He gave me a seductive look, though I’m not sure if he was conscious of it, and I felt my cheeks color. 

“Gerard asked me to run an errand for him.” I said, squeezing by the tall man. He followed me down the hallway to the living room.

It was just Dallon in the living room now, watching tv, and Patrick was awake and rummaging around in the kitchen as I headed to the door to put my shoes on. 

“I was thinking of throwing a little party, the other guys are in, but I wanted to make sure you were cool with it too?” Brendon gave me his award winning smile. 

I shrugged, “It’s fine by me as long as it’s not too big and crazy.” 

Brendon smirked and I narrowed my eyes at him. He didn’t waver though so I sighed, giving up.

“Just don’t break anything!” I pleaded as I headed out the door.

“No promises!” 

Maps said that the club wasn’t too far away, and the weather was nice so I decided to hoof it, popping my headphones in to have something to jam to as I walked. 

When I finally reached the address, I scoffed a little bit at the name written in red neon letters against a black painted building. ‘The Scorpion Room.’ It was a bit cheesy, if I was honest, but if this person was a friend of Gerard’s, I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

I expected to see a bar as well as a stage when I opened the door. What I wasn’t expecting was to run headlong into Tyler as he tried to make his way out of the venue. 

“Oh gosh,” he said, gently gripping my arms to prevent me from toppling over, “Are you okay?” 

I was a bit stunned to see him there, and felt something flutter for a very brief moment in my stomach before deciding to shake it off. I gave him a reassuring smile, “Yeah, I’m fine. Wasn’t expecting to see you here though.”

Tyler released his hold on me, shoving his hands deep into his jeans pockets. “They’re having an event here in a few weeks where local bands can play a few songs. I signed my band up. I figured it would give me and my friend something to work for and also give us time to prepare.” He hunched his shoulders a bit, as if he were uncomfortable with this decision. 

I tapped his shoulder briefly, almost instantly regretting it, feeling like I had broken some unspoken barrier between us. “I’m sure you guys are going to be great. I always love hearing you play since you’ve been around. I can’t imagine what the whole shebang would look like.” 

Tyler’s eyes widened for a moment as he held my gaze in his. Then he ducked his head, bringing a hand up to twirl a lock of dark hair. “We’ll see,” he mumbled. 

“I’m here on an errand for Gerard, are you heading back home?” When he nodded I continued, “Would you mind hanging around for a bit? We can go back together.” 

Tyler shrugged, “Sure. I’ll just wait outside.” 

When he stepped out the door, I took in my surroundings. The club reminded me of a speakeasy, but with a stage on one side, and a bar on the other. The two sides were separated by a copper colored metal rail, still leaving plenty of standing room in front of the stage. 

There were red couches in the far back, which I assumed was some kind of VIP section, and the ceiling had mirrored tiles that reflected the lights from the bar and the stage, helping to illuminate the dark space more. Overall, it looked like a cool place.

No one was around, so I wandered over to the stage. There was a drum kit and some amps, as well as other equipment on it. Though, they were kind of scattered about, not quite set up for use.  I noticed a white paper posted on the wall next to it, and when I investigated it further, it looked like a sign-up sheet for the event that Tyler had mentioned. 

I scanned through the names, recognizing a couple from the local scene. Then, I looked at the most recent name at the bottom. ‘Twenty One Pilots,’ was scrawled somewhat sloppily in red ink. I smiled to myself, this must be the name of Tyler’s band.

“Can I help you?” a gruff voiced asked from behind me. 

I spun around in surprise. A man stood behind me with short cropped black hair, and tattoos that crawled up his arms and neck. I could make out what looked to be a scorpion on his neck, but something about it seemed a little off. I could now guess how this place got it’s name though. 

“I-I’m looking for Frank? Gerard sent me...” I stuttered. Though this man wasn’t very tall, he was quite intimidating. 

The man nodded, smiling. It brightened up his features instantly. “Ah, Y/N? Gerard told me you would be bringing his notebook.” 

I nodded, handing it to him. He took it and flipped through the pages, smiling to himself. 

“Thanks for this,” he said when he finally looked up. “I would have come to get it myself, but Gee said that you guys at the house can be overwhelming sometimes.”

I chuckled, “Some of us are a handful.” I couldn’t help but think of Brendon and Pete, the worst offenders out of all of us. 

Frank nodded in understanding as we fell silent. After a few moments where I wasn’t sure what to say, Frank saved me by holding up the notebook in a wave. “Well, thanks kid.” He said, turning away. 

I watched as he walked through a door next to the bar to a backroom. Once he was gone, I turned back to the sign-up sheet. Should I sign up too? After deliberating with myself for a while, I decided against it. Busking on a street was one thing, but playing in a cool venue with talented local bands on the roster? There was no way I was ready for something like that. 

When I went back outside, Tyler was sitting on one of the concrete parking bumpers, staring at the sky as it began to color for the sunset. 

“Ready to go?” I asked, causing the boy to jump at the sudden break in silence. He nodded, rising to his feet and dusting off his pants, and we both started walking in the direction of home. 

For a while, we were silent as we walked, nothing but the sound of our shoes scuffing against the sidewalk between us. I stared down at our feet, feeling myself zone out as I looked at Tyler’s gray beat-up Vans. They suited him somehow, a shoe that was normally worn by creative types and the rebellious. Yet, his were simple and worn out, well loved shoes. They reminded me of himself, or at least what I had come to know of him so far, which wasn’t much. Tyler seemed like a simple guy, one that you wouldn't pick out of a crowd usually. But from what I had heard of his music, he was incredibly deep and creative, and there was something so beautiful under that simple exterior. Those beat up Vans somehow represented to me how damaged he was, but that he kept trying to be himself. 

Or maybe they were just shoes. 

“Are you nervous about doing the show at The Scorpion Room?” I asked him, after drawing myself out of my spiral of thoughts. 

He looked at me as if he was surprised that I chose to speak with him. His eyebrows were raised, and his mouth pressed into a tight thin line before he looked straight ahead somewhat thoughtful. “Hmm, I suppose so.” 

I waited for him to elaborate, and after a few more moments, he seemed to catch on that I wanted to hear more. 

“It’s always scary revealing yourself to a room of strangers. Music is so personal, and these people could take these songs that I’ve written and completely eat them up. Or, they could turn around and tear me down and take this part of me that I’ve decided to share with them and completely destroy it.” His brows furrowed and he fell quiet. He looked as if he was fighting with himself over divulging so much to me. 

I hummed thoughtfully, drawing his eyes to me. They were reserved but also held a light within them. “I think you’re incredibly brave,” I said. He tilted his head in question. I met his eyes, “I had the chance to sign up too, but I didn't. I don’t even play in front of the boys back home that often. It’s hard for me to reveal that side of me, because as you said, music is so personal. It’s my essence handed to you on a plate, and it’s all that I have, but you might not even like the flavor.”

Tyler nodded, looking at me with an expression that I couldn’t read, his cheeks dimpling with his small smile. “Yeah, that’s exactly the feeling.”

“But you’re great.” I continued, and he shook his head. “No, you are! I love listening to you play your ukulele. I haven't heard you sing much, but what I've heard is unlike anything else out there right now. And it’s so real, and relevant and-” I realized I was rambling, “anyway.” 

Tyler shrugged but smiled again, replying with a soft voice, “Thank you.” 

We fell quiet, but our eyes met, and I felt something connect between us, like we had come to some sort of understanding. I felt myself get slightly lost in his warm brown eyes as I had earlier in my own thoughts. 

“Would you want to come see us play?” he asked, tugging at his hair nervously. 

“Of course!” 

He smiled at me, and I was sure I was beaming at him. I finally felt as if we were becoming somewhat friends. Though, there was a tiny voice dancing in the back of my skull screaming that that wasn't enough. Being friends wasn’t enough.

I stumbled slightly, tripping over an invisible rock. I ended up bumping my shoulder with Tyler’s, apologizing profusely. He just chuckled, nudging my shoulder back. Warmth pooled in my tummy before I became distracted by the rhythmic thumping that resounded though the air.

Our heads snapped up, seeing that we had made it home, and before us was complete and utter chaos.  

Music blared from the open windows and doors of the house, the lawn was littered with toilet paper, cups and other random things. Bodies flowed in between the house and the front yard as they danced, and drank, and rioted around. It looked like some sort of frat party. Yeah, there were some girls around, but it was mostly dudes bro-ing out. 

Tyler and I ducked as someone used a slingshot to fling a water-balloon across the yard at some unsuspecting group of people. Shouts rose up from them, and laughter from others. I heard something crash inside the house and cringed. 

Fucking Brendon. 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Brendon exited the house, holding what looked like tall shot glasses of milkshakes, probably spiked. As I was about to yell my displeasure at this “little party,” I was distracted by hearing an uproar of laughter that sounded oh-so familiar. I turned to see Pete and Joe gearing up with the slingshot. 

They let loose a balloon and it soared through the air, Tyler and I turning to watch it’s trajectory, before it landed square in the chest of none other than Brendon Urie. His tray of shots fell to the ground and he squealed in displeasure. “My milkshakes!” he shouted, holding his hands to his chest. 

Pete laughs, “We don’t need any more boys in this fucking yard!” 

Brendon flicks him off before his eyes land on me. His face lights up in a smile, “Oh hey Y/N!” I began stomping towards him and his face immediately fell noticing the anger roll off of me in waves. He held his hands up in defense when I made it in front of him. “Before you say anything, look how much fun Patrick is having!”

He pointed inside the house, where I saw Patrick with a cup in his hand, dancing and laughing and enjoying himself. I growled, Brendon knew my weak spot. I turned and glared at him. “Fine,” I snapped, shoving my finger into his chest, “but you’re cleaning all this up tomorrow. By. Your. Self.” I broke up my words and poked him each time for emphasis. 

He nodded and smiled, taking me into the house and handing me a drink. Patrick saw me and whooped in excitement, drawing me in to kiss my cheek and hug me. “Dance with me!” he yelled in my ear over the thumping bass pounding from our very large speakers. I allowed myself to get lost in the moment with him and my friends, only realizing much later, and when I was a lot more inebriated, that I had lost track of Tyler at some point. 

It wasn’t long until my vision was blurred, and I giggled at literally everything. I spent most of my time with my friends besides Tyler. He must have run off somewhere. 

As the party progressed, I found myself drawing closer, and closer to Brendon. He was my best friend in this house so it wasn't really a surprise, but grinding against each other as we danced was pushing the friendship boundaries a little. I was long gone with all the alcohol in my system, but the way Brendon looked at me, the way his warmth felt against my body, and the way his breath against my cheek as he drew me so close to him made me feel, it was just what my poor drunk mind wanted. 

The flashing lights bounced off his cheekbones and his eyes were darkened with drunkenness or lust or something, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. As Brendon’s fingers splayed across my hips, and his pelvis pressed tightly against mine, he ducked his head slightly as if in question. Our eyes were locked, my inhibitions were gone, so I reached up and cupped my hand on the back of his neck, drawing him down into a bruising kiss. 

Fireworks erupted behind my closed eyelids, and the taste of liquor on Brendon’s tongue was so tantalizing and delicious. More. More, I wanted more. Cheers erupted around us and Brendon smiled against my lips before pulling away. He downed the rest of his drink, and I followed suit before going to get us refills. 

My head pounded in a very uncomfortable rhythm. I groaned, shoving my face against a pillow as I tried to recall what had happened last night. I remembered walking home with Tyler, and that something that we had shared. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew I liked it. Ever since Tyler had moved in, I felt myself drawn to him, and I was so curious to see why that was. Whether it was a crush or simple admiration for his music. 

Then I remembered the party, my friends enjoying themselves. The music was good, the alcohol was better. Then there was Brendon-

I gasped and sat up in bed, only to see that I wasn't in my bed. There was also the disturbing fact that the blanket had fallen off of myself to reveal my very nude chest. I gasped again, wrapping my arms around myself in some semblance of coverage. A headache rioted against my skull and I groaned, feeling a body shift next to me. I didn’t want to look. I didn’t want to know. But I did, I glanced over, warring within myself as I did. My eyes fell on a familiar fluff of brown hair, with a very familiar tattooed arm draped over his head.

Oh no. No no no no no. No. I could not have landed in Brendon’s bed naked. To make sure, I lifted the rest of the blanket off my body to look underneath. Yep. There were no pants or underwear on those legs. I then shyly glanced at Brendon’s legs. At least he had underwear on. 

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I can’t believe I slept with Brendon of all people, my best friend. I didn't even remember any of it! Guess this meant my crush on Tyler had to go out the window. What will I do when Brendon wakes up? Will we pretend nothing happened? Will he expect more?

A sound drew my eyes to the open bedroom door. Tyler was in the hallway, cringing after having stepped on a red solo cup, his hand gripping the banister. Our eyes locked, my breasts still exposed. I watched as his cheeks colored, before he glanced at the man who shifted in the bed next to me again. Tyler’s eyes didn’t return to mine, but his brows furrowed and a muscle worked in his jaw. 

I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until Tyler scurried away, not making a sound, and not looking at me or asking any questions. He had come to some conclusion and fled the scene, taking whatever chance I might have had at being something more to him along with him. 

I sighed, letting my hands plop onto the comforter and looked again at the peacefully sleeping Brendon. 

Shit. 

Pt. 4

[christainsbitch]

Concert // Colby Brock

Prompt: You meet a very cool, cute guy at a Twenty Øne Piløts concert. You both become really close and learn a lot about each other in just a few hours.

Warnings: Swearing

Tag: @tomhlland1996

Word Count: 1,630

“Jeremy come on. We need to get there extremely early!” You rushed your best friend who was putting on red eye shadow. “Calm your tiny titties, Y/N.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“I will literally punch you in your tiny penis.” You threatened and he groaned, setting the eye shadow down. “Alex is already there, we are joining her in line remember.” “Yes I know this but still.” You rolled you eyes and pulled him out the door and to your new navy blue jeep.

“You’re so annoying.” He groaned the whole way. “Well do you want to see Tyler Joseph extremely close or do you want to be in the back.” “Alex is there and she’s at the very front so we dont have to worry.”

“I dont care.” You rolled your eyes extremely annoyed and put your keys into the ignition and plugged your phone into the AUX so you guys could jam all the way there.

-

“Jeremy, Y/N, over here!” You heard your friend yell. You turned and walked to the front of the line to her. She hugged you and placed a soft kiss onto her boyfriends lips. Jeremy has been your best friend since third grade and you both met Alex on the first day of middle school. You were all best friends ever since. Well they eventually got together which seemed obvious since the beginning.

“I’m so fucking exci-” but you were cut off by someone roughly falling into you. “What the hell?” You turned and were face to face with a blond boy. “Oh crap I’m so sorry.” He apologized and turned to his friend. His friend was quite attractive.

“Its okay.” You nodded with a huge smile. He smiled back and turned around talking to his friend. “Oh Y/N this is Sam and Colby.” Alex turned to me. “Who?” You asked. “I met them before you got here, I was alone so I talked to them.” she shrugged.

“Oh.” Was all you replied. “Jesus.” She rolled her eyes and tapped on the boys’ shoulders. “Sam and Colby this is Y/N, Y/N this is Sam and Colby.” She pointed them out. “Hi.” You waved softly and locked eyes with the one known as Colby.

“Sup.” Colby said. “Hellooo.” Sam said cheerfully. And with that I smiled and turned around. You’re too antisocial to talk to new people so you just kept quiet as they all engaged into a conversation

“Trade places with me.” You told Alex and she moved so she was on the outside and you were now by the wall. You sighed and slid down the wall so you could sit and lean against it. Thank god it was shady where you stood because it was a very sunny. hot day out.

“Hello.” Colby said, frightening you. Your eyes shot open and you turned to the pretty boy. “Hello.” You replied and shut your eyes again, letting your head lay on the brick wall. “So how old are you?” He asked and you opened your eyes, turning to him fully giving him your attention.

“19. You?” “20.” He smiled. “So you like Twenty One Pilots?” “No, Colby, I’m just here for the hell of it.” You said sarcastically and he laughed. “What’s your favorite song?” “You ask a lot of questions don’t you? But right now Ode to Sleep.”

The next hour you both asked random questions and you learned a lot about in in that one hour. You learned that he was a famous Youtuber that started on vine. He moved here from Kansas and he also loves koalas.

You were both quiet as the rest of your friends were in a long conversation. You decided since you had a few hours still that you would pull out your ear buds and watch a few of his videos. You looked up his name and found his musicallys.

You almost laughed as you clicked the video and slipped them into your ears. You couldn’t help but cringe at everything you were seeing. “What are you watching?” Colby peeked over your shoulder and his eyes widened.

“No don’t watch those! They’re so cringy.” He pressed the power button on your phone so it stopped. “Hey.” You turned to him and slapped his hand. “I’m gonna watch ehatever I want.”

“Fine I’ll just find your musically account.” he pulled out his phone and you freaked out. “No!” You snatched it from his hands and he gasped. “Then stop watching mine!” He yelled, snatching his phone back.

“Fine whore.” You rolled your eyes and put your phone down. “You suck.” “and you swallow.” He smirked at you. “You’re so disgusting!” You pushed him away and he laughed.

- You were all let into the venue finally and you all ran for the stage. Surprisingly you all stayed together and got like 3 people away from the stage. “Fuck yes!” You yelled and jumped up and down. You and Alex did a little happy dance and left the guys worried for your health's.

You were all so excited for this. You had been trying to get tickets for so long but you never had the money to. Thankfully you saved up and could finally get your tickets. Soon all the opening people were over and it was time to wait for tøp.

Once they finally did you were flipping your shit. It was all crazy and cramped but surprisingly enough you held onto Colby’s hand the entire time because you didnt want to be left completely alone in that crowd.

-skip though the concert-

“Ah that was so fucking amazing!” You squealed and squeezed Colby’s hand. “Yes, yes it was. ” he smiled at you and kept hold of you so you weren’t lost in the groups of people trying to leave. “We have to find the rest of them.” You said and pushed yourself through the people and moved as close to him as possible. Once you found the rest of your friends and were out of the crowd you let go of his hand and ran up to Alex.

You both had a fan girl moment again and then it was over. “We should stay a few hours after and try to meet them.” You said and Alex nodded. “You guys up for it?” I turned to the three boys. “I actually have to get home.” Sam said. “Me as well.” Agreed Jeremy. “Maybe you guys leave together and I can get Colby home.” “Where do you live?” Sam asked Jeremy and they began talking. Turns out you all lived very close.

“So I’ll get Colby home and you get Jeremy home?” You asked Sam, who nodded. “Okay.” you nodded and turned to Colby to see if he was okay with it. He nodded and you smiled. “Let’s go.” Sam said to Jeremy. Jeremy kissed Alex and was on his way with Sam.

You and Alex decided to take a seat and then Colby a few minutes later joined you, laying his head in your lap. It may have only been a few hours but you and Colby were already close. You could definitely tell you would see him again after this.

-

Eventually the venue was clear and it felt pretty obvious that you weren’t going to meet the boys. It was 1 in the morning and Colby was asleep in your lap. You sighed and shook him awake. “We should just go.” You said to him and he nodded sleepily. All three of you stood up and grabbed your things. “Ready?” You asked Colby and he nodded.

“Guys.” Alex said. “What?” You said checking your phone. “Guys.” She repeated and you looked up to see Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph exiting the venue. “Holy fuck.” Your said and almost passed out in Colby’s arms but he held you up.

“Hello” Josh smiled at you guys and you could’ve swore your heart melted. “Hi.” Was all you managed to say. Act cool. You told yourself. You forced yourself to calm down on the outside and talked to them. You talked for about 10 minutes before they said they had to go.

You all nodded understandingly but you couldn’t let them leave without a phone. “Wait can I get a photo?” You asked and they turned around nodding. You held your phone out to them and Tyler held it up in a selfie position and all five of you squeezed in. “Thank you.” You smile at him and he nodded.

“It was awesome meeting you. Bye guys!” Tyler smiled and walked off with Josh. “Did that just happen?” You asked and your friends nodded at you. “Shit.” You said happily and turned to them. “Let’s get home I’m tired as fuck.” You said and they both nodded. “Carry me?” You asked Colby and he sighed bending down so you could get on his back. The car wasn’t far but you still didnt want to walk.

Eventually you got to Colby’s house you stopped. “I really have to pee.”  You turned to him and he rolled his eyes playfully, “Let’s go.” “I’ll be right back Alex.” you told her and she nodded but didn’t look up from her phone.

When you walked into his house it automatically his you with warmth and a sweet smell. He directed you to the bathroom and you went in and did your business. When you finished he walked you out and you both stopped on his porch.

“It was really nice meeting you, Colby.” You smile up at him. “You too. Can I get your number?” He asked and you nodded taking his phone and typing in the numbers. “See you soon, Colbs.” You smiled and he nodded, kissing your cheek and letting you walk off.