Tyler's POV

The plane landed and we were smack in the middle of our new beginning. A cab began to take us to our apartment that had been organized for us. The roar of the people around us made me feel small. I saw a flash in the corner of my eye and saw that it was Josh sneakily taking a picture of me. I couldn't hide my giggle because he looked a little ridiculous, slouching a bit to capture me at an angle.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Capturing the moment. Check it out." He leaned over to show me the picture. I looked at myself staring out the window. I actually seemed kind of bored.

"Hmm I don't like it. Maybe you should delete that one." I told him uncertainly. Josh paid me no mind and began playing with the filters on it. He turned it black and white and showed me. It sort of looked cool now but I wasn't gonna admit it.

"S'cool." Was all I said. After about 20 minutes of driving we were dropped off at the apartment. It was one of those small ones that faced the street. The key was given to us and up we went. It was nice, with furniture all ready placed inside. "Aw, look at this place. It's quaint." I said.

"Quaint?" Josh looked at me. I shrugged and elbowed him playfully. "SAT word." I joked as I went to set my stuff down. There were two small bedrooms, so I went into a random one. This is it Tyler, you're finally  here. I told myself. I could hear Josh rummaging around in the kitchen, so I laid down on the bed. Safe.

"But will you be alive tomorrow?"

I didn't understand why it was so hard for me to block the voice. Was I getting weaker? Falling apart? I don't want fall away.

"Oh Tyler!" Josh called from the kitchen. Happy to move from my subconscious state I went out to see what was up. Josh was out on the little balcony and I saw that he had made himself at home by eating from a pile of Oreos he had prepared for himself. "Looks at that view!" It was nice. But would this peaceful feeling last? I could slip up here. Josh would know all about my dark secret. He might hate me, think I'm weird. Lock me away.

Don't be ridiculous. This is Josh! Why am I thinking like this?

"Tyler, can we please talk?" Josh asked me. I looked at him. Did I say anything out loud?

"Sure." I smiled weakly. We went inside and sat on the couch. Josh looked at his hands as if he couldn't quite think of how to start off. I bounced my leg expectantly.

"Are you sure you're alright? Like really alright? It's just you seem so distant and I don't mean to worry so much but I can't help it. We're in this together and I can't wait for the great stuff we're gonna do but it's just us and we've got to look out for each other. It's what friends do." Josh said to me.

For some reason this really angered me. I don't know why. I mean, he was just looking after me. But all this constant worrying... I can look after myself. I'm fine. It's just me and my head. These were my thoughts and I could control them. I got someone on the inside. I smirked to myself a little. I realized Josh was waiting for an answer.

"What have  I told you Josh, I'm alright. If something was wrong I would tell you. Why don't you trust me? We have to establish some sort of trust here or this band of ours isn't going to work out." I realized how harsh that sounded as soon as I saw the look cross his face. Never in a million years would I consider splitting the band. The thought hardly crossed my mind, let alone have the words leave my mouth. What was my problem? "Josh I- I didn't mean that. I mean I c kind of did but it wasn't like-"

"No its fine. It's me I know, sorry I keep bothering you. It's just after that night-"

"Can we not talk about that please." I cut him off. I didn't like it, after all it wasn't my proudest moment. Josh sighed and ruffled his hair.

"Yeah. You're right... I'm gonna unpack." He said before heading to his room without a second glance at me. I didn't want to fight, but It just sort of came out of me. I'm just a stupid emotional mess, and now my friend probably hates me right now.

Josh's POV

I didn't want to fight with Tyler. He always avoided the subject and I just wanted to help. I guess I was annoying him with all the questions. I decided to just give him space and calm down myself. Did he really feel that way about the band? Was this enough to drive a wedge between us? I began to unfold my clothes.

I don't think he's moved yet. Maybe I should apologize. No, He's probably had enough of my sympathy. Why won't he let me in? I questioned myself. I heard shuffling in the room next door and figured he was unpacking as well. I heard a soft noise and realized Tyler was humming. The humming turned to soft singing. I didn't know the song, but I liked it. I went to peek my head in.

Tyler was singing as he put his stuff away. "I'm a goner, somebody catch my breath. I wanna be known by you."

"That's a nice song." I said startling him.

"Oh that, its nothing. Just a song I was trying to write. It's not ready." Tyler answered quiely.

"Uh, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I don't wanna fight. I see you're cool so let's just be cool together. I mean, we're in L.A for crying out loud. We should be happy." I offered my apology.

"I don't want to fight either. I forgive you." Tyler answered smiling. "You sure you don't hate me after how I've been acting lately?"

"No I don't hate you. I know you don't mean it." I replied. He smiled at me. Later that night we said goodnight and went to our rooms. Maybe it would be alright. Apparently there was some big news for us tomorrow. I was just closing my eyes when I heard whispering from next door. I frowned slightly. Not this again. If there was any secret still it was that. I did my best to ignore it and fell asleep.

The next morning Tyler actually beat me awake. Literally. "Stop hitting me." I grumbled monotone from inside my cave of blankets.

"Uh actually I can't because I just got the best call ever." He whispered to me. I shoved him off and sat up. "What?"

He cleared his throat. "Business called and asked us how we felt about touring with Panic! At the Disco and Fall Out Boy."