Drums

Josh is sad

Tyler Joseph had spent the entire day volunteering at a Halloween-themed event hosted by some mall. Having nothing better to do when he finally arrived home at eight, he decided he could probably use some sleep. He drifted in and out of consciousness for the next few hours.

It was midnight when Tyler found he was wide awake. In the midst of his newfound energy, he power-walked the few blocks to the nearest coffee shop that he knew was still open and was startled to find other customers milling around. He spotted a couple of laptops, with college students sitting behind them. There were several half-empty cups of coffee left forgotten on each table, the students' eyes reddened as their computer screen glared back at them. Tyler watched as their fingers typed up a storm, making faint, almost calming, clicking sounds. Others stood around, chatting quietly or listening to music. He'd never come to the shop at such hours and was pleasantly surprised at the tranquil environment, contrary to the hustle of a usual work day.

Minutes later, Tyler sipped on his cup of hot chocolate, ignoring its scalding temperature as he walked out of the shop and tugged on his beanie. It took much longer this time to get home, for obvious reasons.

Sleep seemed to come easily afterwards.

Tyler awoke in a cold sweat. His hand reached for the alarm clock sitting on a chair near his bed, while he used his other to rub the sleep out of his eyes. It was four o'clock. He rolled over but couldn't seem close his eyes.

Something was wrong.

A few minutes later, a sudden banging on his door startled him out of his sleepy state. He jerked upwards, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. His entire body was shaking.

"P-PETE!" A muffled voice yelled outside his door. "PETER WENTZ! L-Let me in, it's Josh!"

Tyler relaxed. It was just someone who'd lost their way. He was getting up now, picking his way past the clothes and food wrappers littering the floor.

He made it to his bedroom door.

"PETE! I'm c-coming in!"

Did he lock the door?

Tyler stood frigidly at the end of the hall and watched as the door swung open and hit the wall with a slam. A broad figure stood in the doorway, around his height. He was relieved when he didn't see any potential weapons in this Josh's hands.

"Say, did you get a r-renovation? I'm surprised you found the money for sh-shit like that," the man drawled into the darkness. "Yo! Pete! Come out and give me a hug, man. Don't you know how to greet a p-pal?"

Tyler didn't know what to do. A few slow seconds dragged by as he made his decision.

"H-hey, I think you may have the wrong house," he called to Josh, who was now starting to take off his jacket. The man froze.

"Oh shit! S-Sorry bro, you know a Wentz that lives n-nearby?"

"I know there's an Pete Wentz that lives a few houses away. I guess he's the one you're looking for."

"Yeah... That's, uh, that is, um..."

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Joshua Dun was intoxicated, and he knew it. He was surprised when he managed to choke six entire sentences out before his mind failed him. He had wandered listlessly for nearly an hour after exiting the bar until a small bubble of thought emerged in his head; maybe he should stay at his friend's house, since his own was a ten-minute drive away. He was proud of his drunk self for refusing to take the car.

Unfortunately, he hadn't thought twice about the vehicle he left in the near-empty parking lot. He'd convinced himself he could easily go retrieve it later.