Lovely (A.U) A Tyler Joseph Fanfiction

Chapter Two - Tyler's P.O.V

I had been in the library for only twenty minutes. My study hall was getting really hectic and I was getting very anxious, so I managed to come down here. It was nothing extremely special, but it certainly calmed me down. All I needed was music and a pen. I sat and scribbled more lyrics into my journal, when suddenly out the corner of my eye, I saw a girl. A beautiful girl actually, but I couldn't see her face enough to recognize her unless I stared, and I didn't want to do that. So I just stayed in my comfort zone and continued scribbling into my journal. I turned down my music to try and hear her voice, but I couldn't recognize that either. She was, however, being extremely kind to Mrs. Anderson, as if she came here a lot. I was still looking at her from the corner of my eye, until I saw that she noticed me, so I looked back to my journal again. She just kept looking at me, and all I wanted was to disappear. Why would a beautiful girl like that look at me? Never mind for that extent of time. What could she possibly be thinking while looking at me right now? I was starting to get anxious again, so I just turned my music back up and tried to focus on that. 

I finally felt her gaze move away from me when she signed into the clipboard thing, and then  again when she walked off to where ever she was going. She walked into the middle of the book cases, (I didn't even think there were seats back there, and if I had I would have hidden back there instead) and remained there for a bit. Only about fifteen minutes had passed until I saw her again, this time walking towards me. I kept myself occupied, trying extremely hard not to stare at her as she made her way over. Until I decided to look up and saw her pointing to the seat across from me. Oh lord. I pulled out my headphones to hear her better, "huh?" I choked out. Ugh, why did I have to be all shaky when I spoke? Why now? 

"I just asked if it's okay if I sit here?..." she kind of laughed at the end, but I don't know what about. 

"O-oh," I stuttered, recognizing what she had said, "um, why not, go ahead." Why not? Because she is completely stunning and I have no way of impressing her. Because she is going to sit here and wait for a conversation that can never happen because I'm such an anxious depressed idiot. 

She let her backpack fall off of her shoulders and lightly hit the floor, taking her seat. Originally, she had pulled out a book. I couldn't see the title, but it had this huge red thumb tack on a map or something on the cover. As she read, I stared out the window, trying to get lost in my thoughts and not get panicked about the situation. Until I saw her slide her notebook over in front of me. 

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing in here? – Alena" Alena. Oh my god. I knew Alena. We were friends in elementary school, back before I started having anxiety issues and depression problems. She was always so nice, and we would always talk and work together for projects and stuff, she was like one of my best friends. Too bad middle school changed all of that. 

I picked up her pen and wrote, "Just trying to get away I guess. Needed a break. What about you? – Tyler"  Then slid the notebook back to her. 

 "Same, my study hall is usually super hectic so I come down here to do my work instead. Much more peaceful down here. – Alena."  She replied. 

"Yeah, I thought I would be the only one until you showed up. This place is surprisingly empty. –Tyler." And so, we continued to communicate through this notebook.

"Same here. I'm always the only one here this period. What class did you leave from? – Alena." 

 "Study, too. I guess I should just start coming down here instead. – Tyler." "Most certainly. May I ask what you're listening to? – Alena."  My first reaction when I read her message was to take out an earbud, so I did, and I handed it to her. She placed it in her ear and heard Follow You into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie. I wrote down the title and artist on the notebook page and passed it back to her. 

 "It's beautiful. – Alena." 

"I know. –Tyler." She laughed reading my response, then wrote back. 

 "What were you scribbling earlier when I walked in here? Sorry about all of the questions, I don't mean to invade on your privacy. Just curiosity killing the cat. –Alena"  

 "Just song lyrics. Something came to mind so I thought I would write it down. –Tyler."

 "Do you write music? –Alena."

"Music, poetry, that sort of thing. – Tyler."

 "That's so awesome. Do you write a lot? –Alena." 

"Only when something comes to mind. It helps get things off my chest, I guess. –Tyler."

"What do you write about? Again you don't have to tell me if you aren't comfortable, I understand that's your thing so don't feel like you have to tell me. – Alena." She was being so gentle and respectful, making sure not to step over a boundary and make me uncomfortable, it felt good to know that someone respected my privacy and well-being. 

"Maybe some other time I could show you one. –Tyler." Or sing her one. Maybe written for her. 

 "That would be amazing, thank you. Could I have your number? I really missed talking to you. Or, writing to you I should say. – Alena." 

 "Same here. It's ***-***-**** - Tyler." 

"Thanks, I'll text you saying it's me so you can have my number too. – Alena."

After the last message, the bell rang and I packed away all of my things. Alena started walking out but then stopped to wait for me. I tried my best to catch up with her and not make her wait long, and when I finally did reach her we walked down to lunch together. Why, she even offered for me to sit at her lunch table with her. And I would have, but her friends are kind of insane. Nothing like her. And I kind of just want to chill out and not get anxious over all of the craziness of her table, so I passed down the offer and sat in the back with Josh as usual. 

I reached our table and pulled out my bagged lunch, then sat and waited for Josh to finally get here. I saw Alena walk out of the lunch line and she smiled at me when our eyes met. I felt as if my insides melted. She made me nervous. Very nervous. But I wanted nothing more than to look at her and be with her. I couldn't stop thinking about her at all during lunch, and Josh of course managed to catch on to my trance, making comments and jokes and reminding me of all of the times in elementary school that we would be together. And for once, I didn't care. I just let Josh sit and do his thing, let him mess with me and joke about me and I even laughed with him a couple of times, because I didn't care. I just wanted to be with her. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE - Hello everyone! As you probably noticed, this chapter is just the same events as the previous one but from Tyler's P.O.V. I won't be alternating for every chapter, I just really wanted to show the start of this from both perspectives. So, I hope you enjoyed & thank you for reading! -Anita