It Goes There // Josh Dun + Twenty One Pilots

twenty-four // on my own, here we go

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

When I finally returned home after spending three nights at Garrett's, saying my parents were pissed at me was a definite understatement. As soon as I walked into the door, my mother was waiting to ambush me; however, she let me go when she noticed my tear-stained cheeks.

"Summer will have dinner ready in half an hour," she mumbled. I nodded, not even able to choke out the question to ask why my parents were even home at seven at night. They usually never were and I could already tell that was a bad sign, but I didn't have time to worry about my dad's issues.

I darted up the stairs, passed a stunned Micah, and into my room before slamming the door. The moment my body hit my bed, a sob left my lungs and I drew my comforter over my head. I couldn't believe I dumped my boyfriend of two years for someone I didn't even know I liked for sure yet. The thought of Garrett over at his house bawling his eyes out while Aiden looked on filled me with sadness and guilt.

"Chicago," Hugo called softly from outside my door. "May I come in?"

When I didn't respond, my younger brother took that as a yes and slowly opened my door before closing it once he stepped inside. He made his way over to the edge of my bed and sat down, playfully poking the bump under the covers that was me. "Is my beautiful sister awake or drowning herself in despair and misery?"

"Both," I said, my voice muffled by all the blankets on top of me.

"How are you even breathing?" Hugo asked, yanking back the multiple layers of blankets and exposing my head. "There's the red-headed demon," he chuckled.

I batted at his hand as he carefully climbed over my body to lie down beside me. His brown hair was almost back to the length it was before I took scissors to it and I was glad. It was obvious that he hated the buzz cut like hairstyle. The bed shook as he finally got comfortable and plopped down beside me, his head being propped up by his hand.

"Now, tell Dr. Hugo what's wrong. He's always here to help those who need him."

I sighed, rolling onto my left side where my head was resting on his arm and my body inches from his. "Sometimes I can't believe you are my younger brother. I should be the one taking care of you, but instead it's the other way around."

Hugo smiled. "Hey, we are still siblings, and siblings take care of one another despite age. Besides, I'm only like ten months younger than you. I'm about to turn sixteen, so I think I'm qualified to be your therapist for the night."

He shifted before hitting the bed with his left hand. "Now, come on! Tell Dr. Hugo your problems. He promises not to judge. He is an open-minded person."

I knew for a fact that my brother was open-minded to the people around him, but most of time, he thought something different inside his head than what he told people on the outside.