Tyler Joseph - Random Short Stories.

15 Year Old Rosie

Rosie furrowed her eyebrows in concern. "Aw, no. What happened?"

Marisa rolled her eyes, crossing her legs carelessly as if it wasn't a big deal. "My dad's just a dick to her sometimes."

Tailey pouted her lip as she reached over to touch Marisa's hand. "We're really sorry. If there's anything we can do we're here." Marisa nodded, looking over at Rosie with a half smile.

Rosie nodded, agreeing with Tailey, which was rare. The thing with Tailey is that she was always the most mean to Rosie. Rosie didn't understand it. She thought that maybe it was because she didn't fight back like the rest of the sassy girls and just took it with pride. Or maybe it was because her dad was a millionaire songwriter. However, she didn't feel like that was the case. Tailey seemed to hate Rosie's father and his music. She didn't understand why.

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"Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met
I probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth all over town"

Rosie lipped to Do Re Me as it played, slowly applying her brush to the canvas, beginning on her long adventure of creativity. She wasn't sure what she was painting. She decided to just wing it and see how it goes. If it's bad she could just fix it, it's not like she had anything better to do now that she was locked up in the house.

She had to pick up a ride from Tailey, who was her only 16 year old friend, because Tyler was to caught up downstairs in his studio to come get her. She didn't mind, cruising in Tailey's dad's car was enough to get her in a creative mood. That also meant she was able to listen to her music, without her dad totally barfing on the carpet.

"Of breaking glass on my Range Rover
Pay me back or bitch, it's over
All the presents I would send"

She chuckled at the curse word. For some reason, no matter how mature she got in her age she still found cuss words in songs funny.

"Okay... now I'm concerned." Tyler said as if he was certain of himself. He stopped in the doorway as he listened to the music. Rosie turned around, smiling at her father before continuing her artistic work.

"Hey, dad."

"Why do you listen to this crap? It gives me chills in all the wrong places." He seemed distracted by something, so Rosie decided to turn the music down slightly. He was probably dazed by the music. "Hey... I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up. I'm glad you got home safe."

Rosie nodded. "Tailey brought me home." She explained, wiping her brush on her paper towel before dipping it in another paint.

Tyler sighed, walking over and watching his daughter paint. "Y'know, I don't know about this Tailey girl. She just seems so... so-"

"Bitchy?" Rosie asked, and Tyler hushed her.

"Language, girl."

"I know, but there's no other word to explain it." Rosie placed her brush down, pulling her full attention to Tyler.

Tyler crossed his arms, his head raising the slightest bit in some sort of confusion. "Then why do you hang out with her?"

Rosie thought of answering, but she knew she couldn't tell the truth unless if she said 'because she's the only person willing to hang out with me.' So she stayed silent, picking up her brush and continuing her work. Tyler sighed quietly as he watched her paint a few strokes. "What are you painting?"

"My mind." Rosie answered.

"It looks like a forest."

"And a forest is full of things isn't it?" Rosie looked at her father with a small smile and wise eyes. Tyler couldn't help but let a smile creep on his face as well.

"That is true, Ro." Tyler agreed. "Although," he began, "no forest I've ever seen has a cute guy roaming around."

Rosie held back a laugh. "Do you see a cute guy in this painting, dad?" She asked obviously.

Tyler scoffed. "No, but I know there's one roaming your mind. Or is that just in guy's minds?"

"You think of cute guys?" Rosie laughed, and Tyler shook his head.

"No! We think of cute girls—well, unless if it's Josh."

"Oh, right. Yeah, he's the cutest guy in my mind and dreams too." Rosie teased, and Tyler scrunched his nose.

"Ro! You're my daughter! You can't think my best friend is cute, it's forbidden."

"Someone jealous?" Rosie taunted, grabbing her brush and brushing it against his arm. Tyler jumped back slightly, before looking down at his now bluish colored arm. He looked up at her, narrowing his eyes.

"C'mon Ro. Be professional. You can't have a paint fight with your dad." Tyler crossed his arms with a smug smirk on his face. Rosie raised an eyebrow as if to dare him. Tyler quickly grabbed one of her other brushes with paint on it and poked her with it. "But you can with a friend." He concluded as he dashed across the room and up the stairs before she could paint on him again. She followed quickly with her paint brush ready to take charge and 'destroy' her opponent.

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This was supposed to be in a book.