twenty one :.: joshler

II

People. So. Many. People.

Some I don't even know, and I have Mark to thank for that. I haven't been drinking, which is surprising, but I just want to remember today. It's one of the most important birthdays yet, and I should remember.

It'd be a lot more helpful, though, if I was enjoying myself. The party's great, people are having fun, the food's good, everything's good.

Except for the fact that I just watched Debby, my beautiful girlfriend of two years, walk out shit faced, clinging to a tall, muscular brunette guy with a face I didn't recognize. The worst part though, is that she decided to do it on my birthday. At my party.

I can't say I blame her, though. I haven't really treated her as I should. I've been distant, because I've been confused. But that doesn't give her the right.

I squeeze my way through the crowd of people, accepting happy birthday wishes as I pass, on my way to the counter where the all drinks are. I plant myself on a stool, pour myself a mix of coke and vodka, and set it down. I debate with myself for a long moment. With a heavy sigh, I toss the perfectly good drink into the trash.

I then look to my right, and sitting one stool away from me is a guy, stirring his drink into a mini whirlpool with his straw, and it didn't look like he'd taken one sip. He sits with one leg over the other and occasionally taps his thin fingers to the beat of the music playing in the background.

He looks up at me suddenly, and I then realize how delicate and appealing his features are, and it catches me off guard. His previously buzzed brown hair, grown out a bit and styled in a small quiff, suits him so well.

His big chocolate brown eyes grow wide as they meet mine, and he quickly looks away, as do I. I run my hands through my faded pink locks, trying to sort the millions of thoughts buzzing in my mind.

"Y-You seem down. Shouldn't you be the happiest one here?" The boy asks, looking up at me with the tiniest of smiles, but one that leaves you completely breathless. Not to mention his voice, so high, yet not feminine. It takes me a moment to reply.

"I should, shouldn't I?" I scoff, smiling and looking back over at him. He chuckles and averts his haze back to his untouched drink.

"What, uh... What happened?" He wonders shyly, which makes my stomach whirl.

"My girlfriend, she um.. She just left... Drunk, with some other guy." I sigh once again. It's not the fact that she's probably fucking him right now that pisses me off. It's that she said she loved me countless times, and not only were those all lies, I feel bad for the next guy she says that to.

"Wow. I'm very sorry." He says sincerely, shaking his head in disgust.

"No, it's okay. I'm not too worried about it.. I mean, the relationship didn't feel right anyways, I didn't feel anything. But I just never imagined she'd do such a thing. I never imagined.." I shake my head, laughing pathetically to myself, "I'm sorry, I'm spewing out all my problems.."

"No, it's alright, I'm don't mind at all." He assures me, and I then realize I still don't know his name.

"What's your name?" I ask him with a smile. I could've sworn his eyes flickered to my lips, then quickly back to meet my eyes.

"T-Tyler. Tyler Joseph." He replies with his usual shyness. I smile even wider and hold out my hand for him to shake, which he does. I take the time to notice how cold and perfectly fitting his hand is in mine. So small, which is cute.

"It's nice to meet you, Tyler."

"It's nice to meet you too.. Josh?" He says as we pull our hands back and I nod, "I have a question, I don't wanna seem pushy or anything.."