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Our Hometown's In The Dark

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Pallet was pristine, and even that was an understatement.
It was the fucking heaven of Ohio.
Perfect, large white mansions were the homes of the wealthy, intelligent residents. The grass was green year-round, the private high school had a large population of Harvard bound students, and the gem of the entire area was the large, beautiful, and basically perfect in every way opera. Pallet City had a spotless reputation, and every single inhabitant wanted to keep it that way.
Out of all the residents, though, it was kind of obvious that the Joseph family was the best of them all.
The Joseph Opera, built in 1983, was run by the family. Every firstborn son was destined to lead the establishment once they graduated from college. Tyler was the firstborn of this generation, and he was eighteen as of now.
Actually, as of now, Tyler felt like total shit. He had to get up at 6:30, and this was bad because Tyler was not a morning person. His calendar smiled a broken grin at him from his bedroom wall, with red lines on every box except for several blanks. Today was a blank box, but he knew he had a lot more to do then what met the eye. He scowled at the annoying sheet of paper. Wasn’t it funny how he had to be a slave to it? Wasn’t it funny how he did everything for scholarships he didn’t need? Uphold his spotless reputation that he so hated?
He sighed. Tyler knew he was so lucky so have this life, but he really didn’t want it. He managed to shuffle out of his bed and then go downstairs, entering the kitchen where a maid was making some kind of fancy eggs.
“Good morning, Tyler! Did you sleep well?” Asked his mother.
“Well enough,” he muttered, grabbing a yoghurt from the fridge (which was of the highest quality, manufactured in some city in Germany that Tyler couldn’t pronounce). “And you?” He asked in a louder tone.
“I slept fine. Don’t you want an omelet?” she asked.
“No thank you, I need to eat quickly.” He said politely.
After a couple seconds, he had managed to shove the dairy down his throat and go upstairs, where he brushed his teeth, styled his hair, and applied some deodorant.
He glanced at his bathroom mirror and saw all the imperfections on his skin. He stared at his mother’s makeup, longing to feel the brushes, thick with powder, on his skin, the wet mascara on his eyelashes, the soft pink lipstick…
No, Tyler. A voice in his head told him. Makeup is for girls. You’re not a girl.
So, he went out the front door with his car keys and drove to school. He had to get there early. Usually his siblings tagged along with him, but today he was helping with the planning of the spring fair and had to be there at seven in the morning.
After a couple minutes, he parked his brand-new, shiny Mercedes in the school parking lot.
Tyler took in the fresh morning air, wanting to skip school to hang out with friends, smoke weed, graffiti some expensive buildings and basically ruin everybody else’s lives. He had money for anything he wanted, but his reputation…
He really hated his life.

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One question lingered in Josh’s mind as his alarm clock yelled at him. Why the fuck was he still in school? He was eighteen, he’d finished all the requirements for graduation, and he already had a part-time job. Well, he actually had two- one at KFC, and the other at some fancy bookshop in Pallet City, the best area in all of Ohio for rich asshats who compared themselves to each other constantly. The more expensive shit you owned, the more you were accepted into the community. It was all so fucked up to Josh, but he lived in what was possibly the worst place on earth- Benne. He didn’t have time to think about others when his life was so fucked up.

After a couple minutes of internally yelling at himself, he got lifted his body out of his mattress and pushed the old, ripped blankets aside. It seemed as if everybody else had already gotten up.

Josh tugged some ruffled black jeans onto his legs and didn’t bother to change out of his shirt he’d slept in. It was kind of cold, so he fitted his chest into his one and only sweater, knitted for him by his mother. Well, his Mum. Ma couldn’t knit for her life.

He shuffled into the second room of the tiny apartment and saw a note on the table.

Went to work. Try not to be late to school. Your Ma went for a walk and should be back soon. -Mum

He sighed and ruffled his bright yellow hair that he’d let Brendon dye at a party two weeks ago when they were really, really drunk. And high. Josh was sure that he would have died from such a combination, but Brendon reassured him.

“But, I’m still alive, Josh!” He’d protested, his speech slurred.

So, Josh let himself take a long drag from Brendon’s blunt. And another. After the third, he forgot practically everything else that had happened.

Josh gave in to his friend’s whining pretty easily, and he kept a list of all of the bad things that had happened to him because of that certain character trait. It was pretty funny to look at the list now, but in the heat of the moment he was usually fucking terrified.

After eating a slice of bread and an apple, he grabbed his mostly empty backpack and trudged out of his apartment. He really didn’t care enough to do much else in his morning routine.
That was a big part of Josh’s life- he didn’t care.

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After a boring, two hours long planning session, Tyler went to his advanced classes with the strict teachers and the calm, poised students. Because if you lived in Pallet City, you had to be polite and respectful. It was the code of conduct for the children who became perfect teenagers, and then perfect adults, and finally died after living perfect lives. Rinse and repeat.

At lunch, Tyler sat with all his teammates from basketball, like he usually did. They were simply teammates to him, because he was sure that friends actually cared about you.

They certainly didn’t care about him, but he had to find a table to sit at, because even the legendary Tyler Joseph doesn't just have people just fall at his feet and beg for acceptance. He wished that socialization came easier to him!

Ten minutes into lunch, Vic Fuentes came over.

“Hey, where have you been?” some guy that Tyler thought was named Ashwin asked.

“A teacher had to talk to me.” He shrugged.

“When did Mr. Bates ask for you in science?” somebody else perked up.

“Just a teacher in the hallway.”

“Oh.”

And lunch carried on.

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“Mr. Dun, will you let us know when you’re done staring at your boyfriend?”

Laughter erupted from the class, although Josh had no idea that he had zoned out. Somehow, his gaze was fixed on Brendon.

Josh blushed madly, a quiet giggle escaping his lips.

“I’ll let you know when I’m Mr. Urie,” he sarcastically said.

Laughter once again.

Mrs. Shirley was definitely the best teacher in all of Board High School because she always laughed at Josh’s jokes instead of assigning him detention for talking back.

“Alright, you big flirt. Can you read this page, though?” she asked.

“Wait, my eyes are occupied!” he said.

Brendon faced Josh, completely red. “I feel violated,” Brendon said to the class.

“Young love,” Mrs. Shirley said, sighing. “As strong as my desire for Josh to read aloud page two hundred thirty-seven.”

Josh flipped a couple pages and began reading the passage (it was about some war in some country some time ago that he really didn’t want to know about) once all of the laughter died down.

After a lecture and two worksheets, the bell finally rang and Josh headed over to lunch, meeting up with all of his friends in the hallway towards the cafeteria.

It was a fairly normal day- Pete and Patrick were holding hands, Dallon, Ryan, and Melanie were being treated to a dramatic re-enacting of Mrs. Shirley’s class presented by Brendon, Jack and Alex were suspiciously walking into the boy’s bathroom, and Gerard was talking to Mikey, with Frank at his side.

Hayley was chatting with Josh about how she met a kid from Pallet yesterday.

“His name’s Taylor York, and he’s kind of wealthy, but not exactly as much as some of the other residents. His parents own a bakery and he plays guitar there,” she informed him. “He was hanging around the border and staring at all the people passing by with this amazed expression on his face, like he’d never seen dirt and grime before.”

“I bet you he hasn’t,” Josh said bitterly. “Those Pallet kids live such nice lives.”

They reached the cafeteria and picked a table to sit at.

Hayley laughed, tearing the plastic wrap around her sandwich. “The word ‘nice’ doesn’t even come close to describing how great their condition of being is.”

Josh sighed. “That’s pretty sad, isn’t it?”

“What?” asked Hayley.

“The amount of green papers you have locked away in a building defines the quality of your life.”

“I never thought about it that way.”

“Nobody ever thinks about the other Way,” said Josh. “It’s always Gerard.”

Hayley doubled over in a fit of laughter. “Oh my God, Josh, you’re so mean!”

“What did you say about my brother, you bitch?” Gerard aggressively said, staring Josh in the eyes.

“Uh, well, for starters…” Josh began, trying to think of a good excuse as Hayley watched the entire scene with an amused expression on her face. He paused. “Where the fuck did you even come from?”

“I always sit next to you, how have you never noticed that?”

Josh knew he wasn’t getting out of this situation easily, so he used a strategy he knew well- small talk. “I like your hair.”

“Thanks. But you’re still not allowed to talk shit about Mikey.”

Gerard turned around to a very flustered Mikey, and the rest of lunch passed by smoothly, with Jack and Alex coming to the table halfway through. Everybody noticed, but nobody commented on their mutual messy hairstyle.

Josh and his friends were used to it.

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Tyler was walking over to his geometry class when another boy bumped into him. It was his fault, he knew, but Tyler had been worried about something unimportant that could threaten his reputation. He couldn't help his clumsiness, even though he hated it.

“Oh, sorry, sorry, I didn’t see you! I’m so sorry,” he said, picking up Tyler’s things and handing them to him.

“No, it’s fine, seriously. I’m probably clumsier than you, actually!” Tyler said kindly, smiled at the boy. He was fairly handsome, with curly brown hair and sparkling, dark eyes. But Tyler WASN'T attracted to him, because that was WRONG! Boys don't like boys. Men don't love other men, Tyler.

“What?” he said, obviously confused. “I just bumped into Tyler Joseph, and he’s not mad?”

Tyler looked at him, not sure if he should laugh or cry. Great, that was his reputation- Perfect Tyler Joseph that's too good for anybody else.

“Am I dreaming?” The curly-haired boy said.

Tyler decided to laugh because BOYS DON'T CRY. “I’m surprised you know my name!”
“You’re the star of the basketball team, soon going to inherit the Joseph Opera, basically perfect in every way imaginable! How could I not know you?”

“Wow, I’m flattered. And you are?”

“Taylor York. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”
And with that left to go to their respective classes, but somebody in the heavens above decided to ruin a nice moment of Tyler’s life. The wreckage came in the form of a fellow basketball player, whose name he thought was Roger. Roger came up to him, laughing.

“Are you okay, or did you catch it from being around him?” he said, in between fits of laughter.

“Taylor?” Tyler said, confused by Roger’s sentence. “Catch what?”

“Dude, he’s gay! Why did you talk to him?”

Tyler paused for a moment, and then thought of something to say. “Because he speaks English and seems friendly enough…”
“Can’t let your guard down around those kinds of people, be careful if you see him again!” And with that, Roger left a very confused Tyler in the hallway. He’d never thought much about those gay people, but now he knew he wasn’t going to be sleeping much tonight. He decided that he needed to think about sexuality, and where he stood in that area.

But on the other hand, Taylor had seemed nice enough, and he hadn't done anything weird to Tyler. Actually, Taylor was much kinder than most of the boys at school, and he wished that they could be friends. Being treated like you had cooties because of your sexuality seemed like bullying to Tyler, and for a brief moment he wondered if Taylor had done anything to be deemed contagious. It wasn't even wrong to be gay...

Oh, yes it was. His parents hated it, and they had to be correct. They were rich, and to be rich you must be smart, and to be smart you have to make correct judgements. Even so, Tyler still didn't know where all of their hate came from.

Why was being attracted to the same sex bad?

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After school, Tyler and Josh both had very different routines, but one thing was shared in common- they were really fucking tired.

It was a Friday, and on Fridays Josh worked at KFC. That meant spending three hours with customers who treated him like total shit, and even though the job payed, he hated it.

For Tyler, Fridays were just another day of the week, but today he decided to try something new. He wanted to go the library and pick up some books about homosexuality, because the library he knew had a large selection of books about mental illnesses. Well, it was a mental illness, wasn’t it? That was the way that his parents had (briefly) explained it.

There was just one problem with Tyler’s plan- he had no idea where the library was. So now it was 4:16 according to Tyler’s phone and he was in a pretty shitty part of town. He realized he was still wearing his school uniform, that was a problem in an area like this one. For some reason, he was in a KFC he didn’t even know existed, staring at a beautiful boy with yellow hair and ripped black jeans. Why they were ripped, Tyler didn’t know. But the guy was really hot, and Tyler was surprised by how attracted he was to him.

When he was little, he’d always looked at men passing by in the streets. He never thought that he was supposed to look at women. That was something to think about. Was he gay? Or maybe he was a girl and that was why he liked guys? He’d always liked the idea of being a girl.

“Excuse me, sir, but could I get some fries?” Tyler managed to squeak out to the yellow haired angel.

The angel sighed and muttered something under his breath that Tyler couldn’t hear. Then he got louder.

“First of all, I’m not ‘sir’, nor am I ‘ma’am’, so I’d like for you to drop that shit. Second, you’re just a Pallet kid who thinks they’re being cool by going to Benne. So, please, get the fuck out of this area before you get mugged. Go to some fancy-ass steakhouse close to your mansion, or drive your Porsche to some fucking lobster restaurant.”

Tyler was taken aback. He gasped, his face slack with pure shock.
“What did I tell you? You’re going to get mugged. Get out of Benne, and go back to your four-story house or something! Your mom probably has caviar waiting for you.”

So, Tyler turned around, totally shocked, walked out of the KFC, got into his car, and tried to get home as soon as possible (even though he was totally lost).

Nobody had ever said anything like that to him. Especially an angel.

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Josh sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He shouldn’t have kicked the Pallet kid out, he didn’t even have that kind of power with his current position. Hopefully nothing would happen to him. There was no way that Josh could get fired, he needed this job. His mothers would be so disappointed. He was sure that the Pallet guy never got a part-time job. He didn’t need to save up to go to a community college that was one hour away by walking from where he lived. Hell, that kid probably drove some sportscar, he didn’t need to walk anywhere.

“Life is so fucked up,” muttered Josh. “Assholes are rich, and everybody else starves in the muck.”

“I know,” sighed the woman in line. “All of Benne knows.”

Josh looked up to see the customer.

“And what would you like?” he asked for what seemed like the millionth time today.

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Tyler really hated these stupid dinner parties. He didn’t even know that there was one tonight, he had been too busy researching about the LGBTQ+ community online this afternoon to think about anything else. He’d learned a lot more than he thought was even possible. From Tumblr blogs to YouTube videos, he didn’t even know most of the terms like ‘pansexual’ or ‘asexual’ or even ‘gender fluid’. He’d looked them all up, and was so fascinated. But… did he delete his search history? Oh shit, what if he didn’t? And if his parents saw, he’d be a dead man!

In addition to his misery, his tie hurt his neck, and his shoes were way too tight.

“So, how is Marie-Jillian doing at Stanford?” his father politely asked.

Marie-Jillian. What a stupidly fancy name. He heard these annoying names all the time, and he constantly thanked God that his grandfather’s last words were “just name him Tyler.” No joke there.

“Very well, she’s second in class. If only she studied a little bit more, she could be first.” Replied a fancy business man that Tyler didn’t know the name of.

All Tyler knew was that he had to “represent the future legacy of the opera” according to his father, which was why all his siblings were at home.
He was so mind-numbingly bored. He wished he was a Benne kid.

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“C’mon,” Taylor mischievously grinned. It was one in the morning or so and most of the teenagers were already drunk, but Taylor had somehow remained sober. “I know this super fucking prestigious family manor and I want to egg it.”

Okay, so Taylor wasn’t sober, but he wasn’t THAT drunk.

“We want to, too!” yelled Brendon, probably the drunkest of them all.

“I think I’ll pass,” Melanie stated. “Have fun with the cops!”

Patrick began walking over to Melanie but Pete stopped him, grabbing his shirt.

“Don’t you want to have fun, Trick?” Pete asked.

“I’m too young to go to prison, Pete!” Patrick protested.

“Fine, but you’re lame.” Pete whined, letting Patrick go.

“Your boyfriend is going to get killed by the cops,” Melanie said, rolling her eyes.

“They're all going to get killed by the cops," Patrick clarified, laughing, "I’m just happy he let me go!”

While everyone put their money together to buy a carton of eggs at a local convenience store, Patrick and Melanie went home, waving goodbye to the other teens.

The remaining people ran to the manor, ready to throw a bunch of eggs. There were twelve in the carton, which was perfect because now that Patrick and Melanie left, only twelve teenagers remained.

Wham! The first went, planting itself on the black brick.

“Oh shit, Frank!” yelled Gerard.

“I got it!” Frank exclaimed, thrusting his hands in the air.

Brendon picked up the next egg, slamming it onto the roof, and then insisted that (a very reluctant) Ryan throw one, too.

After a couple more eggs, Alex took the last one out of the carton they’d bought earlier. “I bestow this chicken fetus upon…” he paused and looked about the group, trying to find the person that hadn’t thrown one yet. “JOSH FUCKING DUN!”

Josh sighed. “Everybody start running.” He said.

Then he hurled the egg.

Clack! It smacked against the window of the dining room.

Josh started bolting, and then turned around to see if anyone had actually him.

“Shit,” he muttered as he saw a car pull out of the driveway.

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Tyler’s family was getting ready to leave, saying the last goodbyes and words of thanks to the hosts. The garden air was nice, and he was out by himself as his parents were getting their things inside the house. He heard distant shouting and smiled. Somewhere, a bunch of kids were hanging out and having fun. His smile soon faded, though. He never hung out with friends. He’d wasted his childhood with studying and trying to be an adult although he was only a child. All of his expectations-

Wham!

Oh God, was that an egg?

Wham!

Wham!

Wham!

Before he knew it, seven more eggs were hurled at the house, and he heard a faint cry of “JOSH FUCKING DUN”, whatever that meant.

And then, the largest egg of them all, just as Tyler’s parents came of the house.

Clack!

Right against the dining room window.

Soon, he was being dragged into the car as he parents tried to drive as fast possible to catch the rowdy kids.

“Trying to ruin our reputation,” grumbled his father.

“It’s awful, isn’t it?” his mother replied. “All this youth!”

“Ha!” his father got closer to them and saw about twelve teenagers.

“Shit!” one of them yelled. It was a feminine voice. “Taylor, get home! You’re not like us!”

“What the fuck do you mean?” the other shouted.

Tyler’s heart thumped. Was that Taylor York?

“Pallet! You’ve got a reputation, you know!”

“I’m not a fucking asshat, why would I leave you?”

Tyler’s father finally caught up to them.

“Hey! You kids!” he hollered. “Stop right now!”

“Hey, I’m eighteen!”

“Shut the fuck up, Josh!”

“Ryan, you are too! We must rebel against society!”

Tyler couldn’t help but giggle. The fact that they were still joking around although they were running from a car was absolutely hilarious to him. Why didn't he have friends like this? Why didn't he have any friends?

“Hey, in here!” yelled Taylor’s voice.

There was a small alleyway and all of the teenagers ran in, escaping Tyler’s parents completely. The last one in had bright yellow hair in the car lights.

Bright yellow hair. Just like the guy from KFC. Was it the same person?

Either way, Taylor had some explaining to do on Monday.

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It was a bright Saturday morning, and Zack and a friend of his were hanging out in his room. This made Tyler feel very lonely, so he took his poetry note book and walked over to a bookshop he’d never seen before to gather some inspiration.

As soon as he opened the door, he knew he was fucked.

The yellow haired boy was behind the counter, staring right at him. Tyler gulped.

He had two options. One, he could walk right out of the store and not have to deal with Mr. Yellow, or he could just suck it up, sit down, and begin writing. Obviously, option one was the worst because there was a whole lot of people and he would seem like a total idiot in front of them all. If he was going to leave, he was at least going to have a reason.

So, Tyler walked right up to him and said, “Were you egging that house last night?”

The boy made a small noise. “Is that a pick-up line?”

“No,” Tyler laughed. “I just wanted to know, since I saw your hair color and everything and I remember you from that KFC,” he said all in one breath.

“Woah, calm down. First, yes, I did, sorry if that was your house, I drank way too much that night.”

“You’re twenty-one?” Tyler said, surprised.

“Well, not exactly.” Josh replied, nervously tapping his feet. “You know, where I’m from the cops don’t really care about underage…” he paused, searching for the right word. “Consumption, is it?”

“Oh my god, are you from Benne? If you are, what’s it like there? You’re so lucky!”

“LUCKY?” scoffed Josh. “I’m LUCKY to be from Benne? No, kid, you’re the lucky one.”

“Lucky? You think living in Pallet is lucky?” Tyler said, confused. “Are you obsessed with studying and money and suits or something? Because that’s what Pallet is, at least my version of it. For all I know, it's different, but STILL.”

Josh seemed confused. “Your version?”

“I’m Tyler Robert Joseph. From the Joseph legacy.”

“Oh, that opera that went through a fire two years ago!”

Tyler reddened. “And you are?”

“Josh.”

“As in the kid who was told to ‘shut the fuck up’ last night?”

Josh blushed. “I have many talents.”

A customer came to Josh and Tyler stepped away, letting Josh do his work.

“Well, I think it’s kind of difficult to talk now, while you’re working, so how about we meet up later?” Tyler asked once Josh was done.

“Sure, can I have your phone number?”

“Yeah!”

And so that was how Tyler also had a friend to be with that day. He smiled smugly, thinking about how Zack always teased him for being a so-called “introvert”.

But, on the other hand, Tyler would have to keep the friendship secret. Josh was a Benne kid, and Tyler’s parents would never approve.

Extra emphasis on the never.

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After work, Josh had about fifty minutes until he had to meet up with Tyler. He was kind of scared by how much he was attracted to Tyler, both platonically and romantically.
The last time he’d been in an actual relationship was with Hayley three months ago, but they’d mutually decided that they were better off as friends after about a week. And before that, he’d been with Brendon in ninth grade for two months until Josh finally broke some very important news to Brendon- Ryan had a major crush on him, and Josh felt awful every time that Ryan would stare at Brendon when he and Josh were holding hands.

The whole ‘Ryan and Brendon’ thing had been a very complicated ordeal, but Josh and his friends rarely thought about it anymore.
Josh was fitting on a pair of black Vans high tops (that he’d worked for five months to buy, they were really expensive) when his phone started blowing up.

One text from Tyler saying that he would be at the coffee shop in twenty minutes, and a bunch of messages from his friends.

Names:
Fedorable- Patrick Stump
Wetz- Pete Wentz
Hay, It’s Me- Hayley Williams
Taylor Swift- Taylor York
Frnk Lero- Frank Iero
GEE- Gerard Way
MOIKEY- Mikey Way
I’m Satan- Brendon Urie
RyRo- Ryan Ross
Crybaby- Melanie Martinez
Dallon- Dallon Weekes
Jackieo- Jack Barakat
Lexx- Alex Gaskarth

Group Chat- You Can’t Spell Success Without Succ
Fedorable- PETE DID YOU RENAME THE CHAT

Wetz- maybe

Hay, It’s Me has added Taylor Swift to the chat!

Taylor Swift- y am i here

Hay, It’s Me- TAYLOR!

Taylor Swift- Who is every1 i dont speak the language of ur kind :(

Frnk Lero- im frank the guitar guy

GEE- im a vampire!!

MOIKEY- guys hes literally running around our apartment with bedsheet as a cape Y AM I HERE WITH THIS FIVE YEAR OLD MONSTER

I’m Satan- im brendon

I’m Satan- i think

RyRo- My name is Ryan Ross, as hinted by my nickname

I’m Satan- Ewwww GRAMMer

Crybaby- I’m Melanie

I’m Satan- eeEWWWWW

Crybaby- the quiet one

Fedorable- im Patrick also the quiet one

Wetz- im pete and trick Is lying

Fedorable-??

Wetz- u were moaning the most

Fedorable- PEEEETE

Dallon- im dallon and I ship Peterick

GEE- every1 here ships peterick

Taylor Swift- ships wat

GEE- pete x Patrick

GEE- This shit

GEE sent a picture to You Can’t Spell Success Without Succ!

Fedorable- thats not peterick thats

Fedorable- what the fuck is Harambe doing

MOIKEY has changed the group chat name to THE LEAGUE OF DANK MEMES!

Jackieo- y is my phone exploding?!!!

Hay, It’s Me- TAYLOR JOINED THE LEAGUE OF DANK MEMES!

Jackieo- im putting it on silent

Lexx- jACK come BACK HERE

GEE- ;)

Taylor Swift: is that alex
Lexx: jack calls me lex all the time

Lexx: so I thought it was KEWLLL

RyRo- KEWLLL

RyRo- are you a fucking 11 year old girl

Jackieo- dont change the words around in that sentence

I’m Satan- r u fukkin an 11 year ol girl

Wetz- ur grammer es apalllin

With a long sigh, Josh followed Jack’s example and put his phone on silent, too. He had a friend waiting on him, if he could consider Tyler his friend already.
He really hoped he could.

 

a lil pause and then BOOM you get Tyler
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“Tyler, where are you going?” his mother asked him.

“I’m going to meet a friend,” he calmly replied, slowly tying his shoes. Hopefully, his mother wouldn’t ask any other questions. He couldn't just talk about said friend, she was sure to not like Josh.

“Oh, lovely, be back soon, okay?” his mother said, a large smile on her face.

Tyler sighed, relieved at the fact that she didn’t prod any longer.

“Which friend?” asked his father. His voice was kind of muffled, he was obviously upstairs.

Tyler shuddered and pretended to not hear anything, rushing out as fast as possible.

“I asked a quest-”

But Tyler was already out of the house, walking towards a coffee shop somewhere at the edge of Pallet and Benne.

His parents always wondered why Tyler didn’t like to drive his car often, and Tyler was much too scared of admitting why- he didn’t want to seem “rich”, which was funny because his entire family loved to act much wealthier than they actually were. They would pester him mercilessly if he fed them any reason other than “I like walking”.

He knew from personal experience.

In first grade, he had told his parents that he refused to eat all of his lunch because not everybody else had all the food that he had. It seemed so rude to him to eat an enormous amount while everybody else looked enviously at him, but his parents told him that it was completely acceptable, and he should be proud.

Now, whenever it took him an unusually long amount of time to eat, his father would burst into a lecture about how he was lucky enough to be eating whatever there was on his plate (usually filet mignon, caviar, or some incredibly expensive green beans) and that he needed to honor the maids that had cooked it.

Now, even at eighteen years old, Tyler hated eating any kind of refined food.

After a couple more footsteps, Tyler was finally at the coffee shop. In purple neon block letters, the words “Orchids & Coffee” was clearly visible.

He pushed the doors open, noticing a strong smell of orchids in the small building. Well, at least the name of the place was pretty accurate. There was a pot of orchids on each available surface, a large mural of the flowers on the left wall, and each waiter had one tucked in their breast pocket, while each waitress had a hair clip sporting two orchids.

“Hey, Tyler!” Josh came up to Tyler, a huge smile on his face.

Tyler would definitely be lying if he said that he wasn’t smiling just as much.

“Hiya, Josh! How are you?” Tyler held out his hand, waiting for Josh to shake.

“Wow, fancy,” Josh said, giggling along with Tyler. He thought that being so formal was unnecessary, but, hell, this was how Tyler was raised. He wasn’t one to judge, their parents were very different.

“Better than kissing cheeks,” Tyler said.

Josh stared at him.

“You know, what they do in Europe.” oh God, why was Tyler so awkward? WHY?

“You are so educated, oh God, I can practically smell the socio-economic class differences.”

Tyler laughed. “And you’re not educated for knowing what socio-economic class differences are?”

“I’m special,” Josh replied, taking Tyler’s hand. Josh tried to play it off platonically, but in reality, he had a boost of confidence and really wanted to feel Tyler’s hands romantically. But not in a creepy way. In a “I hope that one day I’ll feel these as often as I want” kind of way.

“Shall we get a table?” Josh asked.

Tyler blushed furiously. “Uh, sure,”

So that was how Tyler realized that he was slowly falling in love with Josh, sipping a cup of orchid-flavored tea (Tyler had learned within a span of five minutes that just about everything could be orchid-flavored). The yellow-haired boy had captured his heart, and Tyler really couldn’t care about anything much anymore. Once the bill had come, Tyler had paid, ignoring Josh’s plead to let him spend his money.

Anything to impress Josh, Tyler thought.

Anything.

He’d even shave his eyebrows. Even though that it really hurts. Don’t ask how I know.
These italics are cool. Wait, do they actually work when I publish the chapter? Or does it just stay like this on Microsoft Word? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS
Okay, next chapter.

Chapter Text

Tyler was lying in bed, a smile plastered on his face. He’d managed to skip dinner, resulting in some angry looks from his mother and, of course, a long lecture from his father. He couldn’t care less, though, and he’d texted Josh for a whole fifty minutes after his dad was finished chewing him out.

His phone made a little ping! just as he started to think some explicit thoughts about Josh.

“Oh, thank god,” he muttered, knowing that the distraction was helpful. He could never escape his mind.

From Josh- is it ok if I add you to a group chat with some of my frens

From Josh- they’re kinda weird, though

Tyler giggled like a little child getting ice cream from their pushover parents, and then typed out a response.

To Josh, From Tyler- we’re all weird

From Josh- but they’re a special kind of weird

To Josh, From Tyler- what do you mean by ‘special’?

To Josh, From Tyler- Oh my god, are your frens autistic

From Josh- im telling them you think they have autism

To Josh, From Tyler: JOSH PLS NO

Tyler has been added to THE LEAGUE OF DANK MEMES!

Taylor Swift- what the actual fuck

Tyler Joseph- Hello…

Wetz- I DO NOT HAVE FUCKING AUTISM

Wetz- THE MOST AUTISTIC ONE HERE IS BREBON

I’m Satan has changed their name to THE MOST AUTISTIC ONE!

THE MOST AUTISTIC ONE- hi im brebon

Taylor Swift- Are we jus gonna ignore the fact that TYLER FUCKING JOSEPH is in this groupchat

Hay, It’s Me- who?

Taylor Swift- THE RICHEST, BITCHEST PALLET KID OF THEM ALL how do you not know omfg

Tyler Joseph has changed their name to The Richest, Bitchest
RyRo- I like him already

Wetz- umm

Wetz- he thinks we have autism??

The Richest, Bitchest- I only think that you have autism

The Richest, Bitchest- everyone else is fine

THE MOST AUTISTIC ONE- do I have to change my name?

The Richest, Bitchest- idk, does it represent YOU

THE MOST AUTISTIC ONE – sadly yes

The Richest, the Bitchest- kewl

Lexx- see im not the only 11 year old girl

RyRo- stfu alex im still mad ur a bitch

Lexx- you could have the deceny to capaptilise

RyRo- don’t you mean decency and capitalize?

Lexx- I guess

Jackieo- my bf is an idiot

The Richest, Bitchest- just how many of you are gay?

Jishwa lieks aliens- im bi

GEE- what a rare occurense josh typed!!

MOIKEY- he wanted to tell Tyler hes bi ;)

RyRo- lol

Lexx- lol

Crybaby- I ship it

Tyler screamed. He literally made a loud, four-second-long, high pitched shrilly noise.

His crush. Josh Dun. He was bisexual.

He had a chance with Josh. He had a fucking chance.

Chapter Text

The weekend had passed by in a blur. Tyler had spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday pretending to “study” and actually meeting up with Josh at the coffee shop and a park in Benne, chatting with his friends on the group chat, and basically thinking about Josh. It actually scared him how much he thought about the boy. He wrote poems about him, sketched cartoons of Josh confessing his love for him, and tried on different outfits that he thought Josh would like. Besides, he needed new skinny jeans, even the other guys at basketball would tease him for his "gay" pants.

He’d also googled “Josh Dun” and had found nothing except for an Instagram account that hadn’t been used in three months and a profile on some website called Quora. Tyler had been surprised to find that Josh had a hundred and sixteen followers there, but then again Josh was practically perfect in every way, so it made sense to Tyler.

And now it was the morning and Tyler shook himself awake, panting heavily.

He’d awoken after a dream of Josh, which was normal now for him, but once that the yellow-haired boy’s shirt had come off, Tyler knew that he was supposed to wake up.

He glanced at his phone, he’d fallen asleep at one in the morning yesterday when Patrick, Melanie, Jack, Mikey, Frank and Dallon were joking around on the group chat and Tyler just couldn’t refuse that.

Oh, shit, it was ten fifteen? What the hell?

“Tyler?” he heard his mother say from behind his bedroom door. “Are you okay?”

Tyler shook himself back to reality.

“Yeah! I’m totally fine,” he said.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

“Uh, sure, one second,” Tyler grabbed his chemistry textbook from his bedside table and hid his phone underneath his blankets.

The door opened. “Tyler, are you sure you’re okay?” his mother’s concerned voice worried Tyler. “You seemed to be a bit sick last weekend, so I decided to give you a day off.”

“Oh, thank you, mom.”

“Do you want breakfast, honey?”

“No, I’m fine, but I think that I can go to school,” Tyler sincerely said.

His mom rubbed her shoulder. “Can you at least stay here for another hour? You’ve been so distant lately…” and then her face went blank.

“Um, are you-” but Tyler was interrupted.

“DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?”

“What? No!”

“My little Ty has a girlfriend! Oh, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Mom, you’re being ridiculous!” Tyler protested, although his mother refused to hear him.

“Of course, I get it now! Come on, get dressed and have fun with her!”

Tyler groaned. He knew protesting was useless. “Okay,” he mumbled and went off to take a shower.

After an hour of lazily getting ready, it was around lunchtime and Tyler showed up to school. He turned in the note that his mother had written for him at the front office, and the secretary didn't even mind the faulty excuse. The perks of being rich.

Luckily, she had been so excited about how “my son is now a real man!” that she forgot to ask one of the maids to pack a lunch for Tyler, which was good because Tyler hated being treated like a second-grader.

He was caught up in his own thoughts and didn’t notice that he walked into the auditorium. Tyler sighed, silently cursing his absent mind and started to turn around when an interesting sight caught his eye.

A fellow teammate, Vic Fuentes was with Kellin Quinn.

What?

Kellin was one of those weird kids, who wore makeup sometimes, had hair longer than most of the guys at school, and hung out with the other weird kids that Tyler didn’t really care enough about to learn their names.

One of them was in his English class, a girl with short green hair that everyone called “Halsey”. And there were two in Chemistry with him, a girl named Sarah who had a weird last name and a really emo guy that played guitar and wore eyeliner named Billie Joe Armstrong. Personally, Tyler thought that Billie Joe was really hot, and he had learned to hate him for the effect that he had on him. Because, before Josh, Tyler knew that liking another guy was wrong.

Anyways, Vic had no relation to them, he was a cool guy that was on the basketball team. What was he doing with Kellin?

Tyler snuck a bit closer. They were holding hands. That didn’t make sense, they’re weren’t dating, and Vic was straight, wasn’t he?

Kellin leaned closer and pecked a kiss on Vic’s forehead, which left him giggling.

“You’re so cute,” Tyler heard Kellin say, leaning into Vic’s chest. Okay, Vic wasn't straight.

“No, you’re the cute one.”

“Nah, that’s Mr. Yoon’s title,” Kellin sarcastically said, referencing the sixty-year-old technology teacher.

“Oh, god, Kellin, you’re seventeen, that’s underage! You’ll have to stick with me,” Vic said, twisting a lock of Kellin’s long black hair.

“I don’t mind,” Kellin said, laughing. “What time is it?”

“Lunchtime,” Vic replied after checking his phone.

“Shit, we spent the whole class period here,” Kellin said, laughing.

“I don’t mind that, but we should get to lunch.”

“Actually, I can’t go. I got a lunch detention,”

“Oh, wow, what for?”

“Mrs. Reddy didn’t like my makeup yesterday, and she told me I’d get a detention if I wore it again today.”

“Well, I think she’s just jealous that you can make blue eyeshadow look so great,” Vic said, pressing a kiss to Kellin’s lips.

“I knew I did it well,” Kellin said once Vic let go.

Tyler couldn’t help but think about how they were such a normal couple, wrapped in each other’s arms, fondly looking at each other.

“You should go,” Vic said.

“Yeah.” Kellin said, kind of disappointed. “I still think that we should come out.”

“You know I’d have to quit basketball, then.”

“You know that you don’t even like it, anyway.”

“Reputation.”

Tyler realized just how sad it was that they were so well-fitted to be together and they just couldn’t be together.

“I’m going.”

“See you soon!”

“I love you, Vic.”

“Me too.”

And Kellin walked out of the exact door that Tyler was watching them through.

Shit.

Chapter Text

Josh had learned many valuable pieces of information that day from his classes.

He finally felt as if he wasn’t wasting time in school, and today he was pretty confident! Maybe he would do something reckless today, and maybe he wouldn’t.

Perhaps he could confess his love Tyler- Are you crazy? A voice of reason in Josh’s head cried out.

They had a perfect friendship. A perfectly platonic friendship. No use ruing it for a silly crush on a perfectly straight guy.

Tyler, on the other hand, had also learned some very valuable pieces of information that day.

One: If you want a bloody nose, ask Kellin Quinn.

Two: If you want to look stupid, try running from a short seventeen-year-old with a serious case of permanent helium voice.

Three: If you want to see the soft side of Vic Fuentes, talk to him about his secret boyfriend. P.S.: he cries a lot more than you think. 

Four: If you want to know who Taylor York really is (a guy that hangs out with Benne kids), just ask him about The League of Dank Memes.

Five: Bloody noses hurt like a fucking bitch.

Six: Having Kellin Quinn grab your personal journal and throw it in a place that you can’t go back to because of a bloody nose at school is really scary, because anybody can open it and see that you are questioning your sexuality and gender, secretly like emo music, and have a crush on a kid that doesn’t come from Pallet. And that’s really bad if you’re Tyler Joseph, because you have to keep a spotless reputation as a straight, cisgender, popular guy. Also, your nose still fucking hurts, and you should probably have a backstory instead of being punched in the face by one of the shortest freaks. 

Tyler should have left it at home, he really should have. His latest journal entry was about the results of searching up “Josh Dun” on Google, the latest Jimmy Eat World song he’d listened to, and seven reasons why he thought that he was trans. If anybody opened it, they’d think that an emo stalker that was questioning his gender. Not good for a straight, cisgender, popular guy.

Chapter Text

The nurse’s office reeked of sweat, Tyler knew that for a fact. He didn’t know why. Perhaps a lot of jocks came in from sports practice with sprained ankles, bloody noses, or injuries of the like. No matter how hard the school worked at cleaning the locker rooms, they still smelled like sweat.

Accident when exercising- a good excuse for a bloody nose.

Getting punched by a weirdo much shorter than you (without fighting back)- not a good excuse for a bloody nose.

The nurse walked in, a clipboard in her hands and a tight smile on her lips.

“Tyler, right?”

Tyler nodded, biting his lip.

“Uh, your mother insisted on coming here, she’s waiting in the lobby-”

“NO!”

“Mr. Joseph-”

“No, oh god, please, no, please, don’t let her in for the love of god, no, no!”

And then a knock at the door.

“For fuck’s sakes,” muttered Tyler.

“Oh, Ty! Are you alright?” His mother said.

“Yes, mother,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’m completely fine; you’re overacting. Can I just go to class?”

“Tyler, you were bleeding!”

“Kids bleed all the time, mom.”

“Don’t you want to go home?”

“MOM. LET ME GO.”

She paused for a while, pursing her lips. Obviously, she was thinking.

“Is this because of your girlfriend?”

Tyler just pushed the bedsheets away and ran out.

Chapter Text

Josh and his friends were at the music shop that they usually hung out at, and he was with Patrick, making up a little song on the shop’s one and only drum kit.
It was a typical day- Frank, Ryan, and Taylor were tuning some old guitars that had been donated to the children that were taking lessons, plus Jack was teaching Alex how to play some Nirvana song on his old guitar (Alex was miserably failing, but Jack kept insisting that he was “like an angel”). The shop assistant, Andy Biersack, was playing piano to a tune that Melanie and Hayley were belting out perfectly. Dallon was trying to tell Brendon about the difference between bass and guitar, but Brendon was mostly tuning out and staring at Ryan.

“Are you sure?” Mikey asked.

“What?” Dallon asked, looking over at the younger boy.

And Josh smiled to himself as Mikey corrected Dallon’s error on the differences of sound, looking at the entire get along so well. It was rare to have such a large group of friends that got along so well.

Gerard was kind of quiet, scribbling down some song lyrics along with Pete close to the vinyl section of the small shop.

“What rhymes with ‘erection’?” asked Pete.

“Why do you want to know?” Gerard said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“I’m writing a poem for Patrick,” Pete responded, blushing slightly.

Josh looked at Patrick for a moment.

“You should probably go slap your boyfriend,” Josh said, laughing.

“Be right back,” mumbled Patrick.

Josh’s phone gave out a noise, notifying him of a text.

From Tyler: are you busy rn?

Josh furrowed his brow, wondering what could be wrong. It was about five in the afternoon; shouldn’t Tyler be at basketball practice or something?

From Josh, To Tyler: no, are you?

From Tyler: can you meet me at the park in twenty minutes?

From Josh, To Tyler: ok, see you then

From Tyler: see you then

Josh tucked his phone back into the pocket of his grey skinny jeans to see Patrick returning back to the drum kit.

“Okay, I’m back!” he said cheerily. “What’s next?”

“Uh, Patrick, I’ve got to go in twenty minutes, okay?” Josh said.

“What for?” Patrick asked, confused. “Is it about the Pallet kid?”

“Yeah, he said I should meet him at the park.” Josh shrugged his shoulders.

“You totally have a crush on him.”

“So, what if I do?”

“Uh, Tosh?”

“What?”

“I’m trying to think of a ship name!” Patrick said, pushing his glasses back on his nose.

“Oh, just shut up,” Josh laughed, lightly punching his shoulder.

“Joshler…” Patrick mused, grabbing the drumsticks and repeating the rhythm they’d practiced earlier.

Still, a question was stuck in Josh’s mind. What did Tyler want?

Chapter Text

Tyler really had to go, but his parents wouldn’t hear it.
“Tyler, why are you constantly leaving the house? Is it because of your girlfriend?” his dad was casually shuffling a newspaper in the living room as Tyler opened the front door (which, in his opinion, was way too fancy).
“Dad, I seriously don’t have a girlfriend.” Tyler said, sighing. He opened the door.
“Don’t go yet, son, shouldn’t you be at practice?”
“This week it’s on Tuesday and Wednesday, how many times did I tell you that?” He put one foot out of the door. “I’m going to be late,” he muttered.
And suddenly his dad walked towards him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Tyler.”
“What?” Tyler irritably said, shrugging the hand off. “Can I just go, please?”
“Don’t speak like that to your father, son.”
“Sorry.”
And then his mother came to assist the scene.
“Tyler, where are you going?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Look, I’m going to be late!”
And with that Tyler sprinted off, leaving his very confused parents at the doorstep, wondering if he was doing drugs or worse, going to Benne.
Oh, his parents would be so furious, Tyler knew, but he just had to talk to Josh about Vic and Kellin. He had to confide in somebody!
Finally, he arrived at the park. Josh was softly swaying back and forth on a rusty swing, and fuck, he looked so perfect to Tyler. An uneven blush speckled onto Josh’s cheeks as he saw Tyler approach.
“Hey,” Josh said, grinning.
“Josh, I have to tell you something.” Tyler knew that his tone was much darker than Josh’s joyful voice, but it fit what he was going to recount.
“Are you okay?” Josh’s tone dropped, too.
And Tyler burst into tears. “I saw… a basketball guy with one of the weird kids, today.”
“What do you mean by ‘weird kids’?” Josh asked, raising an eyebrow. “Am I a weird kid, too?”
Tyler dried his tears on his Taking Back Sunday hoodie. His parents hated it, but that was one of his favorite bands, and well, he couldn’t deny that he’d gotten carried away at Hot Topic last week.
Anyways, he continued his story. “Like, one of those students that don’t really fit in, so they just hang out together. But now he was with the basketball guy… and they were so cute, and like a normal couple, and holding hands, and kissing and yeah, but it was sad because they were so perfect and they just couldn’t say anything because they were gay and not the same and it reminded me of us and I got a bloody nose because the short guy saw me-” he stopped the ramble, more tears flowing out. “Sorry, I’m such a crybaby, sorry,” he sobbed, now crying into Josh’s chest.
“Tyler…” Josh mumbled, pulling Tyler closer and wiping his tears off of his face.
“Like we’re a platonic version of them.” Tyler said, wrapping his fingers around Josh’s, smiling sadly at him.
That made Josh’s heart practically melt. “Holding hands?” he scoffed playfully. “Wow, way to be platonic.
Tyler blushed even more than before. “It’s platonic…” he slowly said, carefully pronouncing the words.
“What’s next, platonic kissing?” Josh said, giggling.
“Want to try?” Tyler teased, his gaze lowering to Josh’s lips.
And Josh went straight for the kill.
The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated for a while, and then they fell into perfect rhythm. Wrapped around each other’s arms, taking each other in, it was easily the best twenty seconds of Tyler’s life. And yeah, it was his first kiss. To Josh, it was the first kiss that had so much emotion; so much raw power.
And then they pulled apart.
“How long have you wanted to do that?” Josh teasingly asked.
“Since I saw you at KFC,” Tyler admitted. “I don’t think I’m straight, Josh. Or cis. I just don’t know, but this counts for something, right?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Josh said, giggling. “Maybe…”
“Oh, sorry, I totally changed the conversation to myself…” Tyler said, embarrassed. “Wait, are we boyfriends now?”
“Well, that certainly counted for something, right?” Josh mused, and then grinned mischievously at Tyler. “Mr. Joseph, will you be my girlfriend?”
“Wait, how come you get be the man in the relationship?” Tyler protested.
“I’m agender, sweetie.”
“Oh… Wait, ‘sweetie’?”
“I get all to make up annoying nick names now!” Josh said, ecstatic with his new-found ability.
“Josh, will you be my significant other?”
“Sure, I guess,”
“And there we go, we’re dating!”
“Great.”
And they just kind of stayed there, cuddling each other in the warm afternoon for what seemed like forever until Tyler muttered a quiet “I think my parents are going to be pissed that it’s been two hours or something” and so they separated.
Once that Tyler was far enough from the park, he started laughing softly, because he was worried he might be heard. He did not want to hear rumors around town about him going crazy.
But soon laughter his laughter blossomed, went full volume and he was frantically attempting to breathe. Concerned and strange looks were being shot at him left and right, but he stopped caring. Josh Dun was his boyfriend. The guy he’d been crushing on ever since they improperly met, and then his feelings only had grown once that they had met properly. Oh god, Tyler sounded a high school girl that just gotten with her crush.
Well, that was what he was, right?

A girl?

That, for some reason, gave him a sick feeling. Then what was he?

Chapter Text

Tyler really had to go, but his parents wouldn’t hear it.

“Tyler, why are you constantly leaving the house? Is it because of your girlfriend?” his dad was casually shuffling a newspaper in the living room as Tyler opened the front door (which, in his opinion, was way too fancy).

“Dad, I seriously don’t have a girlfriend.” Tyler said, sighing. He opened the door.

“Don’t go yet, son, shouldn’t you be at practice?”

“This week it’s on Tuesday and Wednesday, how many times did I tell you that?” He put one foot out of the door. “I’m going to be late,” he muttered.

And suddenly his dad walked towards him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Tyler.”

“What?” Tyler irritably said, shrugging the hand off. “Can I just go, please?”

“Don’t speak like that to your father, son.”

“Sorry.”

And then his mother came to assist the scene.

“Tyler, where are you going?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Look, I’m going to be late!”

And with that Tyler sprinted off, leaving his very confused parents at the doorstep, wondering if he was doing drugs or worse, going to Benne.

Oh, his parents would be so furious, Tyler knew, but he just had to talk to Josh about Vic and Kellin. He had to confide in somebody!

Finally, he arrived at the park. Josh was softly swaying back and forth on a rusty swing, and fuck, he looked so perfect to Tyler. An uneven blush speckled onto Josh’s cheeks as they saw Tyler approach.

“Hey,” Josh said, grinning.

“Josh, I have to tell you something.” Tyler knew that his tone was much darker than Josh’s joyful voice, but it fit what he was going to recount.

“Are you okay?” Josh’s tone dropped, too.

And Tyler burst into tears. “I saw… a basketball guy with one of the weird kids, today.”

“What do you mean by ‘weird kids’?” Josh asked, raising an eyebrow. “Am I a weird kid, too?”

Tyler dried his tears on his Taking Back Sunday hoodie. His parents hated it, but that was one of his favorite bands, and well, he couldn’t deny that he’d gotten carried away at Hot Topic last week.

Anyways, he continued his story. “Like, one of those students that don’t really fit in, so they just hang out together. But now he was with the basketball guy… and they were so cute, and like a normal couple, and holding hands, and kissing and yeah, but it was sad because they were so perfect and they just couldn’t say anything because they were gay and not the same and it reminded me of us and I got a bloody nose because the short guy saw me-” he stopped the ramble, more tears flowing out. “Sorry, I’m such a crybaby, sorry,” he sobbed, now crying into Josh’s chest.

“Tyler…” Josh mumbled, pulling Tyler closer and wiping his tears off of his face.

“Like we’re a platonic version of them.” Tyler said, wrapping his fingers around Josh’s, smiling sadly at him.

That made Josh’s heart practically melt. “Holding hands?” they scoffed playfully. “Wow, way to be platonic."

Tyler blushed even more than before. “It’s platonic…” he slowly said, carefully pronouncing the words.

“What’s next, platonic kissing?” Josh said, giggling.

“Want to try?” Tyler teased, his gaze lowering to Josh’s lips.

And Josh went straight for the kill.

The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated for a while, and then they fell into perfect rhythm. Wrapped around each other’s arms, taking each other in, it was easily the best twenty seconds of Tyler’s life. And yeah, it was his first kiss. To Josh, it was the first kiss that had so much emotion; so much raw power.

And then they pulled apart.

“How long have you wanted to do that?” Josh teasingly asked.

“Since I saw you at KFC,” Tyler admitted. “I don’t think I’m straight, Josh. Or cis. I just don’t know, but this counts for something, right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Josh said, giggling. “Maybe…”

“Oh, sorry, I totally changed the conversation to myself…” Tyler said, embarrassed. “Wait, are we boyfriends now?”

“Well, that certainly counted for something, right?” Josh mused, and then grinned mischievously at Tyler. “Mr. Joseph, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Wait, how come you get be the man in the relationship?” Tyler protested.

“I’m agender, sweetie.”

“Oh… Wait, ‘sweetie’?”

“I get all to make up annoying nick names now!” Josh said, ecstatic with his new-found ability.

Tyler rolled his eyes. “Josh, will you be my significant other?”

“Sure, I guess,”

“And there we go, we’re dating!”

“Great.”

And they just kind of stayed there, cuddling each other in the warm afternoon for what seemed like forever until Tyler muttered a quiet “I think my parents are going to be pissed that it’s been two hours or something” and so they separated.

Once that Tyler was far enough from the park, he started laughing softly, because he was worried he might be heard. He did not want to hear rumors around town about him going crazy.
But soon laughter his laughter blossomed, went full volume and he was frantically attempting to breathe. Concerned and strange looks were being shot at him left and right, but he stopped caring. Josh Dun was his boyfriend. The person he’d been crushing on ever since they improperly met, and then his feelings only had grown once that they had met properly. Oh god, Tyler sounded a high school girl that just gotten with her crush.
Well, that was what he was, right?

A girl?

That, for some reason, gave him a sick feeling. Then what was he?