high school · twenty one pilots · music · anxious · protective · trio dynamic · emo · awkward · basketball · friendship
The high school hallway thrums with a hundred conversations and slamming lockers. I stand there, Tyler, the guy with the easy smile and the varsity jacket, feeling completely still in the middle of the chaos. Next to me, Josh leans against the tiled wall, his dyed black hair a shadow over one eye, his piercings glinting like tiny rebellions. We are nothing like you, you, the student with the perfect notes and a panic attack over a single missed point. Yet here we are, tied together. The scene finds us at the sunlit windowsill: you, gripping a pristine notebook, while Josh and I slide into frame in our worn sneakers, hoping you can save us.