It Goes There // Josh Dun + Twenty One Pilots

four // we got fire n gold in our eyes

--Chicago's P.O.V--

We got off easy, easier than normal, and I believe it is because of the severity of the comments Elodie made about Garrett. Suicide was not something you joked about or made fun of in this school. Elodie got more punishment than I did, but detention for me still wasn't good.

Two days of detention for staring a fight. Elodie got four days detention for the suicide comments and for injuring my face with her nails. But that wasn't the worst part.

The guidance counselor found it necessary to bring Garrett in because he was the topic of the fight. The counselor wanted to talk about his sleep patterns and everything and we were free to listen to his answers. I think it was because the vice-principal knew how worried I was for his mental health and too prove to Elodie that Garrett was doing okay now.

His answers were what confused me the most though.

"Are you sleeping well, Garrett?" Mr. Wilson asked him.

"Yes, sir, I am. The pills are working just fine," was Garrett's response.

He was lying through his teeth and I didn't like it. He needed to be told by someone other than me that it wasn't okay to just not take his medication. He needed it desperately.

"Have you attempted suicide since the last time you were transported to the hospital for an overdose?"

"No, sir. I am never doing that to my girlfriend or family again."

I believed his answer on that.

When I came visit him in the hospital, he sobbed on my shoulder until he was finally too tired to continue. He kept mumbling "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." It was so heartbreaking that I couldn't help but cry with him that night.

Elodie shifted uncomfortably in her chair as Garrett's answers reached our ears. I was actually surprised that she looked him in the eye when he left the office.

Also right before he left, Garrett pulled me to him. "Don't defend me, Chicago. You know I'm not worth it and I do not want you to get in trouble because of me."

Well, that advice was given just a little bit too late.

The vice principal set us free at the beginning of third period with a reminder that Elodie and I had to meet for our first detention in the library tomorrow after school.

We weren't quite happy about the fact that we had to serve our detentions together, but we weren't about to complain.

I hurried down the hallway towards my locker. I didn't even notice that Aiden was walking right beside me.

"What punishment did you guys get? Did Elodie get screamed at? I heard Garrett got called up to the office as well."

As I reached my locker, I flipped around to look at him. "Slow down and please, one question at a time."

My locker combination was very easy to put in, 4-34-48, so the locker flew open before Aiden even uttered another word.

"So what's your guys' punishment?" He asked, leaning against the locker next to mine.

"Hold on," I mumbled, yanking my biology book out of my locker. "Why aren't you in class? The bell's already rang."

"I am not in class because I want to know the details!" He exclaimed. "Now spill your guts, please."

I could feel a migraine coming on. I would probably have to have Denahi bring me my medication.

"I have two days detention and Elodie has four because of the suicide comments she made. Sadly, we have to serve the detentions together, which was not a good idea in my opinion."

I slammed my locker before picking my books up from the floor. "And guess what? They even made Garrett come up to the office to take to the guidance counselor."

"You're kidding?" Aiden raised his eyebrows. "They actually decided to bring Garrett into this. Don't they realize that his suicide is a very hard thing for him to discuss? It happened over six months ago and he's still torn up about it."

I glanced down at the books in my arms as we hurried towards health class.

Garrett's overdose may have been six months ago, but I was still torn up about it too. I was terrified that I really did lose him and now I couldn't help but wake up everyday wondering if he tried again. He promised me that he would never do that again and I believed him, but I knew his demons still remained constant.

Talking about them might help them disappear, but Garrett refused to go to therapy no matter how much his mother begged him,

"I did meet the new kids though," I added, desperately trying to change the subject.

Aiden's eyes lit up in excitement. "You did? You seen both of them, not just the one that called me sir?"

I nodded. "Was the one that called you sir have dark hair?"

"Yes, he did. He seemed very polite," he started. "What was the other guy like? Did you find out which one was dating Elodie?"

"The other guy was quite interesting," I confessed. "I really didn't get to talk to him much, but he said I had a cool name and that it matched my hair. He also had this really punk look to him. Tattoos covered his whole right arm and his hair was dyed bright blue. I'm not technically sure which is dating Elodie, but I know it's not Tyler, he seemed so sweet, so it must be the other one."

Aiden and I rounded a corner before stopping in front of the health class door. "So the one that called me sir is named Tyler?"

I nodded. "Yep, Tyler Joseph."

The boy next to me grinned. "I like the way you described him so far. I really hope he's not dating Elodie because if so, his sweetness factor totally does not exist anymore."

I laughed. "I agree. Now let's get your butt in this class before you get in major trouble, like me. I know you wouldn't like to have detention with Elodie and I."

Aiden shook his head. "Please, no."

He pulled open the door to the classroom and stepped in with me close behind.

The teacher, Ms. Snow, was handing out the homework assignment as we hurried to our seats.

"Ah, Ms. Beaumont, Mr. Leffew, glad you could join us. I know you, Chicago, were with the vice-principal, but why were you late, Aiden?"

Aiden pulled his hat farther into his head, sinking down into his chair. He stayed mute.

"Um, he went up to the office to call his mom," I chimed in. "He and I have this social studies project due today and he was the one with the answers, but it's at his house. He had to call his mom to have her bring it to him."

I was a fairly good liar when it came to school. At home, I couldn't lie to save my life. If I even tried at all, my father would ground me for a week.

Ms. Snow looked deep in thought for a moment before nodded. "I won't mark you late this time, Mr. Leffew, but next time be sure to bring a pass."

She handed both of us an worksheet before walking back to her desk.

I wrote my name in cursive at the top of my paper before lifting my head to make eye contact with Aiden, who was one row over from me.

"Thank you," he mouthed.

A/N: I apologize for the lateness of this update. I'm still trying to get into this story and I'm really focusing on trying to get Dementophobia finished.

I want this story to be mid-length, so the plot may move a little fast. More Tyler and Josh appear in the next chapter.

-L.A