the mental illness got the best of me so i think i'm back for the time being! this is a revised version of a story called skater boy that i had published for like a day lol. but i most definitely have a plan for this now :)

Tyler Joseph did not expect to be woken up on the last day of summer break by someone kissing delicately along his jaw. Yet, that's exactly what happened.

And he definitely wasn't going to complain about it.

He peeked one eye open and was met with his girlfriend hovering above him, the smile on her face held back as her glossy lower lip was held between her teeth. Despite that, a small giggle left her mouth and Tyler involuntarily smiled back in response.

She moved from her position with both knees on either side of his body to lean forward and place one more gentle kiss on his lips. "Good morning, Mr. President."

"Good morning, Madam Vice President," he hummed back in adoration.

She let out another giggle as she moved off of Tyler completely to instead lay next to him on his bed. Tyler turned on his side to face her as she spoke. "I'll take what I can get until that title changes to First Lady of the United States."

Tyler playfully rolled his eyes at that. "The original agenda had you only as Vice President, Miss Jenna Black. Girlfriend wasn't outlined anywhere in the five-year plan," he teased.

"Sometimes the universe has better things planned," Jenna replied simply with a shrug, sending a soft smile his way.

"Is that your way of saying "fuck your five-year plan?'" Tyler asked as he raised an eyebrow. The words themselves, however, held no genuine offense or betrayal.

Jenna registered that and laughed again, lightheartedly pushing his shoulder in response. "No! You know I have only the utmost respect for your five-year plan," she joked.

"Yeah, you better," he said, the teasing tone never leaving his voice. "How did you even get in my house, stalker?"

"One, we've been best friends for like six years I think I'm entitled to stalking you at this point," Jenna began. "Two... your housekeeper let me in."

"Ah, okay. So no breaking and entering involved. That's good to know."

"Well duh, you can't have a vice president with a rap sheet," she joked. "Why were you even still asleep this late in the day anyway? Are you trying to waste the last day of your final summer break before graduation?"

Tyler's eyes floated up to the alarm clock on his nightstand placed right behind Jenna. 12:48 it read.

He groaned dramatically and turned back so he was directly parallel to the ceiling, bringing his arms over his face as he did so. "I was up late preparing for the Welcome Back Assembly tomorrow morning," he mumbled into his elbow, just loud enough for Jenna to hear.

He felt his arms leave his face as Jenna took them and rested them on the bed with a slightly disappointed look. "Tyler," she deadpanned. "What's the point of having Sabrina and me around if you don't let us stop you from overworking yourself?"

The mentioned pretended to be in thought for a moment, before nodding his head decisively and looking Jenna directly in the eye. "Well it definitely doesn't hurt that you're nice to look at," she rolled her eyes at that. "You're right though," he continued seriously. "I'll try to keep that in mind, but you might have to remind me from time to time. I'd be lost without you guys."

Smile on her face, Jenna sent him a teasing look. "We know. Behind every great man was an even greater woman— or in this case, one or more greater women. Lewis and Clark? Their expedition would have completely failed without the guidance of Sacagawea. John Lennon? Some of his most honest and groundbreaking work only exists because Yoko Ono urged him to create it. Countless U.S. Presidents? I mean, c'mon, there was Eleanor Roosevelt, Jackie Kennedy, Martha Washington, Mary Todd Lincoln—"

Tyler cut her off with a laugh. "Okay, I get it. I would be a complete and utter failure without you guys."

"That's the spirit!" Jenna giggled, pressing one last kiss to his cheek. "Okay, I've filled my 'kissing my handsome boyfriend' quota for the hour. Get up and get dressed so Sabrina and I can look over your plan for the assembly tomorrow. We wouldn't want your high school presidential term to start off with a disaster," she added in a playful voice. Tyler, however, knew that it wasn't as much of a joke as her tone made it seem.

"Oh trust me," he gave her a much more serious look. "As long as everything goes according to my perfectly designed plan, the possibility of a disaster happening doesn't even exist. The same thing applies to the rest of this school year, too. And I'll be damned if I let anything get in the way of that."

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"Buttoned?" Tyler voiced to himself quietly as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. "Or unbuttoned?" He continued, adjusting the top few buttons on his polo. "Unbuttoned," he finally decided. Buttoned made him look uptight. And although Tyler was many things— including uptight —that didn't mean he wanted to show it... even if the entire school (other than the incoming freshmen) already knew it.

Tyler glanced at his Apple Watch, his mouth forming into a straight line when he caught the time. He let out an agitated sigh as he grabbed his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and made his way down the grand staircase in his house.

Upon entering the kitchen, he saw his younger siblings eating together at the breakfast nook. The dining room (well, both dining rooms– the formal and informal) was saved for the times his entire family ate together. He noticed his mom was sitting on one of the stools at the island, a mug of coffee and her laptop in front of her as she typed. His dad must've already left for work.

Tyler watched his family's private chef pour more orange juice into his youngest brother's cup, receiving a small "thank you" from the 10-year-old in exchange. Once she was finished, she glanced up and smiled when she met Tyler's eyes. "Good morning!" She greeted warmly.

His mom only then noticed his presence, smiling at him as well. "Morning, honey. I was just about to send one of your siblings to make sure you got up in time for breakfast."

Tyler sent a half-hearted and slightly distracted smile to each woman in return, making his way over to their large pantry. "Morning, Colette. Morning, Mom. Morning, siblings," he spoke as he searched the shelves. Finally, he found what he was looking for, and grabbed a granola bar before making his way out and shutting the door behind him.

"You aren't eating breakfast?" His mom asked, adjusting her silk robe around herself more. "Colette specifically took the time to make you Eggs Benedict since it's your favorite," she added, disappointment laced in her voice.

"Sorry," Tyler responded, with no actual sincerity in his apology. He had more important things to tend to. "I don't really have time. I have to get to school early," he explained as he unzipped his backpack and tossed the granola bar in there, zipping it back up afterward. He opened the fridge, his eyes scanning the inside of the door before he grabbed a bottled Starbucks coffee to take with him.

"It's only 7:20," his mom pointed out. "You have over an hour before school starts."

"The Welcome Back Assembly is today," he reminded. "I need to get there early enough to help prepare and make sure everything's set up correctly."

"Mom, Tyler's a nerd, remember?" His brother Zack scoffed. "Becoming student body president of a school he doesn't even like is the most exciting thing to happen to him in like his entire 17 years of life," the 15-year-old continued smugly. "Other than finally getting Jenna to date his lame ass."

Tyler simply rolled his eyes, making sure to smack his brother in the head on his way to the foyer.

"Boys," their mom sighed. "Zack, be nice to Tyler. This is important to him. It's the start of his future," she paused, raising her voice slightly so Tyler could hear her from the other room. "Tyler, don't hit your brother."

"I'll see you guys after school," was the mentioned's only acknowledgment of what his mom said.

As he lifted his car keys off the hook on the wall by the front door, he heard Zack snort. "Fuckin' loser."

"Zack!" His mom scolding his younger brother was the last thing he caught before opening the door and leaving the house, making sure to shut the thick piece of wood behind him.

Tyler made his way towards his BMW, which was parked directly in front of the middle door of their three-door garage. He unlocked the car, tossed his backpack in the backseat on the driver's side, and got in to begin his drive to school— which, to Zack's benefit, he really couldn't stand. Yet, he'd force a smile on his face as he led the student body so long as it helped him secure his dream.

And he would probably never admit this aloud, but his goal of becoming President of the United States was undoubtedly the most important thing in his life; more important than his family, more important than his friends, more important than his girlfriend, and definitely more important than his shitty public high school.

Maybe that really did make him a "fuckin' loser."

But he'd take that any day over being a failure.