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(Tyler POV)
I woke up late. I could tell I woke up late because Josh wasn't next to me like usual. It worried me at first, but once I heard the tapping of drumsticks on the counter, I knew he wasn't far.
I sat up an swung my legs over onto the side of the bed an sat there, staring at the wall. I don't feel well. I don't feel well at all. Not sick, but mentally, I just feel good. I have no reason to feel this way, but I woke up with a dark cloud over my head. Something is different. It could be something, or it could be nothing. I don't know.
My eyes wander around the room, flying from Josh's drumset to my piano, to the piano to my ukulele an then over to the window. Was I doubting myself? I mean, i'm literally bestfriends with my doubt, this is nothing knew. Just different, because I have no idea what is bothering me.
I have a feeling it could be something about the music thing, I wonder if anyone has seen it. If anyone has commented on it, asking for more or asking us to stop. I don't sing that well anyways, and I don't think I can play instruments that well either. Josh says I can, I should always believe Josh.
Josh knows best.
I can't hear anything right now. It isn't unusual, again. Just spacing out I guess. I watch the world outside of the windows, watching cars drive by an birds flying across the gray sky. The trees swaying slightly; the earth looks cold today.
I hear mumbling. I'm not sure if i'm hearing my name, I think I am.
"Ty?. You okay?." Something is shaking me, it reminds me of the other time this happened.
The shaking gets more violent and I can feel the anxiety build up inside of me. I start to hyperventilate, my chest heaving up and down as I take deep breaths over and over again.
I'm still staring out the window until something gets in the way of me seeing the outside.
"Tyler, look at me!."
Josh is staring at me, a worried expression spread across his face. He looks scared, he looks really scared.
I snap out of staring out in nothing, an begin to cry. I feel the tears well up in my eyes before they fall down my cheeks. I look down at my lap, still breathing quickly as my tears drop onto my legs.
"Ty baby, calm down okay, please calm down. Everything is alright. I'm here, you're okay." Josh lifts my head up making me look him in the eyes as I struggle to calm down.
"Just breathe baby, breathe with me okay?." He breathes in deeply and I follow with him. We keep doing this for a few minutes, calming me down ever so slightly. He cups my face an runs his thumbs over my cheeks, wiping the tears from my face before getting up and sitting on the bed beside me. He pulls me close, running my hand up an down my back.
"Babyboy, what's wrong?." He's so concerned.
I didn't answer him.
"Baby, talk to me please. Not talking will only make things harder."
