*HOLD*Førest |-/(Twenty one pilots fic)|-/

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“You’re our first fan!”

“soon I won’t be the only”

“nah, that won’t happen”

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Ivy looked at Tyler, studying his face, His smile had vanished with his words. “You are full of shit, you know that right?”

“what?” tyler responded, confused.

“ err, I’m not gonna get more fans, im Tyler, durr,durr! you realise how stupid you sound? you need to realise how many people have the same taste to me in music!” Ivy mocked.

“I guess, but who wants to listen to a ukulele-white-rap-boy spill out his guts whilst a guy murders his drums? not a lot of people.”

“I do..does that count?”

“sure, I guess” tyler sighed, Ivy wrapped her arm around his back and hugged tightly, he rested his head on her shoulder, sometimes Ivy loved being tall. “This is still really weird.” Tyler giggled. “I like weird.” Ivy added.

“good.”

They both sat there in the same spot all night, enjoying each others company till dawn rised. “I better go.” Tyler sighed

“o-ok.”

“hey, you got a phone?” Tyler asked

“um yeah.” Ivy said slowly. Tyler deepened his voice and said in a ghetto voice: “ey, yo, gurl, lemme getcho numba!” They burst out laughing.Tyler almost fell out of the tree from laughing so hard. once they had stopped dying Ivy put her number into his contacts and climbed down the tree with tyler. “Um..well I guess I’ll see you around, Tyler.”

“Yeah, this was nice. umm, bye.” Tyler walked off down a different path and Ivy was left there, oddly she felt...unshielded, unprotected, she walked off back down that path she started on and dodged those same trees, steeping exactly on the footprints she left behind last night. the end of the trail approached, she went down her street and into her house. not home, house. the forest was her home. The rooms are just pale white walls holding up a roof, maybe a chair or a table, but nothing else. an empty lounge, an empty room, an empty kitchen and an empty bathroom. That’s her house. She didn’t need to decorate it, no-one ever came over to visit and she was never there so what’s the point? Staying in houses was the most difficult thing she could do, she didn’t trust houses, staying in one for one whole day is enough to make her break down in a fit, she couldn’t describe how scary that is. She grabbed a apple from her fridge and a drink aswell then ran outside back into the forest, she couldn’t even eat in her house she hated that thing so much, she feared houses. more than death, actually no, her fear of houses erupts from her fear of death. but the one thing she hates the most is disgusting to think about: fire. That one word, that one element, that gas leak and the flames that climbed the walls like a snake spitting venom into the once happy families lungs, claiming the lives of most in that house. only to live a broken little girl and a ruined young man. that ruined young man turned to all the wrong places and soon got claimed by the smoke too, but a different smoke, this left that broken little girl alone to face the world. Ivy shuddered and sat on a park bench and ate, turning on her broken ipod and putting in her earphones. Get scared’s song “Don’t you dare forget the sun” came on and she sat and ate whilst sweet words filled her ears:

“You're a mess, tangled with your confidence.

You think you haven't sinned.

Well, you're unstoppable,