First of all, this fanfic will not be completed fact-based. I know Josh wasn't in the band till 2011 and that Ty and Josh are 27 and 28. I know pretty much everything about them. I legit know what they get at Taco Bell. But that wouldn't make this fun. Instead in this fan fiction, Tyler is 20 and Josh is 21. Taylor, the main character, is 12 in the beginning of the story, but then there's a warp in time kinda and she's 17. Sorry this is so confusing :/
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5 Years Ago
"Come on!" Kenzie yelled over the loud students. I held on to her backpack and we ran down the school hallways together. My head was pounding and I was nauseous, but I simply ignored it and kept going. The squeaking of tennis shoes and the yelling of students filled my ears, making me even more nauseous.
Eventually, we got to Mr. Holmes's class.
"Take a seat, McKenzie and Taylor," he bellowed. He had one of those voices that was super deep, and it echoed through the whole room. Kenzie, noticing I'd zoned out, grabbed my arm and took us both to our seats.
"What did I say about the beanie, Ms. Smith?" He asked me. I sighed and took off my red Twenty Øne Piløts beanie. They were a local band, but I was a big fan. I couldn't yet relate to their lyrics, but they still meant something to me.
"Alright class, solve the question on the board," Mr. Holmes demanded.
3 (5+x) = 67 + 3x
I sighed. This was freaking hard. My pencil tapped on my desktop absentmindedly until Kenzie leaned to me.
"Stop being Josh Dun," she whispered, smiling. She knew about my... Well... Slight obsession.
I picked up my pencil and started working out the problem, my headache getting worse and worse.
3 (5+2x) = 67 + 3x
15 + 6x = 67 + 3x
I got that far before I had to stop. I leaned to Kenzie and whispered, "I don't feel good." She looked at me, a worried look in her eye. I pointed to my head.
"Taylor!" Mr. Holmes yelled. "Why are you interrupting my class?"
I got more nauseous as heads turned to me.
"U-um... Sorry. C-can I call... Can I call my parents? I d-don't feel good," I stuttered, holding my head in my hands.
He furrowed his eyebrows and nodded, still pointing at the problem with a yardstick.
I stood and walked towards the door, but I stopped. My feet wouldn't carry me any farther, and my throat was closing up.
Fantastic.
My head tilted downward, and I threw up. There were gags from people around me. I stared at the puddle and looked up. Kenzie and Mr. Holmes were walking my way.
"Taylor...?" Kenzie whispered as she came up to my side.
I looked at her, then Mr. Holmes, then the class. Lastly, I looked at the floor. My body was too weak. I couldn't stand any longer. I collapsed into my own vomit, and then everything went dark.
My last thought was this:
What's happening?
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When I woke up, the first think I heard was beeping. And distant crying. And something that sounded like a baby screaming.
I smelled chemicals and anesthetic. The hospital. When I opened my eyes, I saw a white ceiling, dotted with little black specks like ants. I felt a pinching in my arm, and when I turned my head, I noticed that there was an IV needle pumping some sort of medicene into my wrist.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom and Dad in chairs across the room. Mom had red eyes and puffy bags under them. I sat up and looked around, first at the machines beside my bed, then at my parents.
"Taylor, you're awake," Dad said. His voice wasn't happy and full like most times. It was small and you could hardly hear it. Mom and Dad stood and hugged me.
"What happened?" I groaned sluggishly.
"Well you got sick and passed out," Mom said.
"Well come on then," I yawned, starting to stand up until Dad pushed me back down. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I should be able to go home now."
Mom and Dad looked at each other worriedly.
"Well... You..." Mom started. She broke down crying and I turned to Dad, my eyebrows furrowing.
"You have brain cancer, Taylor," he sighed sadly.
You have cancer.
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A few weeks later, we went to the store: I needed snacks for my hospital room. As I looked through the chips, I saw two familiar faces down the isle. I turned and looked at them.
"Tyler and Josh?" I asked. They turned to look at me, and they smiled widely when they saw my shirt that I'd made myself. It was my favorite one: it had a picture of their self titled album cover on the front and a list of their songs on the back.
"How do you know us?" Josh asked through his huge smile.
"Are you kidding me?!?! I love your music!" I exclaimed. I reached to pull my hair into a ponytail, a nervous habit of mine, but when I realized I had none, I quickly jerked my hand back.
"Woah! Really?" Tyler asked.
"Yes! I can't stop listening! You should definitely make more albums!"
They both blushed and smiled.
"I might be able to come to one of your shows if the hospital will let me out," I said.
"Hospital?" They both questioned.
"Can't you tell from the lack of hair?" I asked, laughing sadly.
They both bit their lip.
"What's your name?" Josh asked.
"Taylor Willow Smith," I replied.
"Well, Taylor Willow Smith," Tyler said. "Be safe. And stay alive. For me."
Yup. That's when I basically died. They hugged me and walked away, leaving my internally screaming self alone in the isle.
That day, there were four things I didn't know.
First, those songs by them, that say Stay Alive, they were talking about me. That one day. Later, I found out that is was the first day they met a fan. And I was the first person they said Stay Alive to. I was the start of that. Me, little Taylor Smith.
Second, I had no idea they'd be so big. I thought they'd just be a local band. But I was so happy when I learned they were famous.
Third, I didn't know I'd forget that day. Two years later, I slipped into a coma, and I woke up 8 months later. I'd forgotten about a few things, including that day. The best day of my life.
And fourth, I didn't know I'd be friends with them, 5 years later.
So that's the first chapter. Hopefully it's not that bad. I'll write it all the way and if I don't like it I'll rewrite it again. Anyways ILYSM. OMG TYSM FOR READING THIS. Also in February I'm seeing tøp in concert (I legit screamed and cried when I got the tickets) so should I put pictures and videos from the concert on here??? Or should I make a new fanfic for that?? Idk. But ily. Stay alive. It's worth it. I promise
