Tyler Joseph - Random Short Stories.

I'm Going Home

Warning: makeout. Angst.

I'm so bored on quarantine. I literally have no life anymore. Might as well write as though there's no such thing as coronavirus.

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Touring seems easy doesn't it? You travel around the world, seeing whatever you please, and eating whatever you please. And if you aren't apart of the show you get to see the show every night. Sounds repetitive but it's not. The concerts are different every night.

Y/n had been traveling around with her fiancé, Tyler, non-stop for a month. Like I said, it sounds nice, but not when you're home sick and lonely.

Tyler can't give her the attention she needs when he's busy. Plus, they never get the alone time to spend together. She felt alone on tour. It was to the point she'd feel like crying every time she was left alone in a room. And even when someone was in the room with her she'd just feel empty. She hated touring. Hated.

Maybe it was time to tell Tyler. Maybe it was time to finally let her feelings out on the table. He deserved to know her feelings, didn't he?

So as Y/n waited patiently for him to burst into the dressing room with a water bottle and sweaty shirt, she cracked her knuckles nervously. She felt empty and alone. Maybe if she just told him that straight on he'd finally sit down and listen.

Soon the door burst open with Tyler and Josh making their way through the dressing room. "Man, how about instead of telling me this crap you go and fix it." Tyler's frustrated voice was stern, and he seemed on edge.

"Tyler-" y/n stepped in his view, and he shook his head.

"I scheduled the interviews in 30 minutes so you better take a shower now." A crew member explained hurriedly. Tyler nodded, pushing past y/n.

"Tyler." Y/n repeated. With one swift motion Tyler put his hand up.

"Give me a minute, baby." He tried to sound gentle, but it was far from that. He was frustrated with everything going on at once.

All kinds of noises and chatting could be heard all over the place and it was stressing him out.

"Shower Mr. Joseph! We have 25 minutes." The crew member urged, making y/n roll her eyes.

Tyler quickly passed the crowd of people in the small dressing room to the bathroom, already flinging his shirt off in the process. Y/n followed close behind, determined to get that alone time she needed to tell him her mind. She didn't care if he was in the shower or not. She was getting a little frustrated herself.

"Tyler!" Y/n said a little louder, and Tyler quickly turned, his face filled with stress and rage.

"What? You want something from me too?" Tyler shouted, making everyone quiet down. Y/n jumped slightly at his raised voice.

"I just wanted to talk to you." Her voice was quiet, and limited. She felt as though she was about to cry. It was embarrassing enough that she got yelled at in front of people, but what made it worse is that it was Tyler, the one who was supposed to love her forever.

"You can talk to me later." Tyler then shut the door forcefully, making a loud bang. Everyone was silent as they all stared at y/n. She hated being the center of attention.

Y/n took a deep shaky breath in before turning around and walking towards the dressing room doors. Josh quickly stepped in front of her. "Are you okay?"