It Goes There // Josh Dun + Twenty One Pilots

twenty-seven // the choice was mine i didn't think enough

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

"Are you sure that you didn't want anything to eat?" Josh asked, concern filling his voice as he pulled out of the Steak and Shake parking lot. "You didn't eat any candy or popcorn at the movie theater. Come to think of it, I've only ever seen you really eat once and that's when you called me over to break into your dad's study with you."

I shrugged my shoulders, continuing to state outside the window as Josh munched on his fries. "I'm just a very light eater, Joshua. Besides, I ate before you picked me up and one meal could last me six hours at the least."

A grin formed on my face when Simple Plan's One Day started playing on the radio. Simple Plan was forever going to hold a special place in my heart. The band's overall attitude was lighthearted and their music was lighthearted, but most of their lyrics dealt with serious subjects. Most of them involving family problems and the issue of growing up.

"Sometimes this house feels like a prison that I just can't leave behind. There's so many rules I gotta follow cuz you can't let go."

"So you like Simple Plan?" Josh asked as he watched me reach forward to turn the radio up a bit more.

I nodded, releasing a breath. "Yeah, I really do. They just write about issues that I deal with on a daily basis. Most of their earlier songs deal with family issues and growing up. I never really understood how all their lyrics described my life, but they just do."

"One day, I won't take this anymore. One day, I'll be old enough to do what I want to. And I won't have to run away and you won't be there to say I'm not allowed to. One day." I rested my head against the cool glass of the window as the lead singer's voice pumped through the speakers.

"You really do hate your family, don't you?" Josh asked, softly.

"Sometimes I think I do," I responded.

"May I ask why exactly?"

"Joshua, my family pushes me around a lot. Don't get me wrong, I love my siblings to death, but the older ones aside from Jonah and Noah, who are two inside, think they can tell me what to do and how to act. My parents think I'm supposed to be this golden child, especially my dad, which I think is quite stupid because he has nine other kids to put pressure on. If my grades drop below a ninety-two percent, my parents automatically think something's wrong with me and that I don't understand the material well enough. And I could miss my curfew by one minute and the whole house turns into world war three."

I chuckled, leaning my head back against the seat. "Oh God, I sound like all the whiny twelve year olds at my school that I've always wanted to punch."

Josh grinned, shaking his head. "Trust me, you aren't being whiny. You are venting; there's a big difference. However, I have a serious question."

"Shoot."

"If your dad does go to jail, how are you going to feel? Happy? Sad? Maybe even a little angry?"

It fascinated me on how Josh always asked questions that made me think. Questions that I had never really thought about until the moment he asked me.

"In all honesty," I began, "I probably wouldn't care. I hardly see him anyway when I'm home and when I do see him, he finds some way to make me feel worthless. So my answer is that I'll feel nothing. He's the one that broke the law, so he deserves punishment."

Josh nodded. "I was just curious, Chicago. I didn't mean for you to get worked up."

I sighed as we pulled onto my road. "It's fine, Joshua. I'm worked up most of time. If you really want to be my boyfriend, you'll have to get used to it."