A/N: I uploaded the last chapter in a rush, and I forgot to erase something before publishing.

  Yes, I leave little notes for myself as I'm writing. You guys should've said something. I wouldn't have killed you, lol.

         Jenna

A knock sounds on the door around nine o'clock on Saturday morning. My eyes widen as I put down my bowl of cereal and run a hand through my messy hair. I walk toward the sound, my slippers making muffled thumps against the wood floor. Yawning, I unlock and open the door. Tyler stands on the other side, patiently waiting.

I blush when he does a once-over of me in my pajamas. "Sorry, I didn't think you wouldn't be coming this early. My siblings made me stay up late and watch a movie with them last night. That's why I may look tired."

Ty chuckles and shoves his hands in his coat pockets. "It's okay. So...are you ready for our date?" he jokes.

I grin and motion him inside. "Give me ten minutes."

I jog downstairs ten minutes later, clad in a blue t-shirt and jeans. I grab my black coat from a hook by the door and slip it on. Tyler smiles and rises from the couch.

"I didn't really have time to apply makeup," I state sheepishly.

"It's okay," Tyler replies, kissing me on the cheek. "You look beautiful either way."

I blush. "The place we're going isn't too fancy for my outfit, is it?"

He waves a hand. "Nah, it's perfect. I'm wearing a t-shirt, myself." He unzips his coat to reveal his blue tiger shirt.

I smile. "Okay." I turn toward the kitchen. "Mom, I'm leaving with Tyler!"

Mom's face appears from around the corner. "Okay, stay safe, Honey!"

Tyler grins and answers for me. "Don't worry, that's my number one priority."

Mom smiles and waves as we exit the house. I take Tyler's hand as he leads me to his car, which is still warm when we climb inside. We fasten our seatbelts and stay silent until we reach the end of my street.

"So, what do you have up your sleeve, Tyler Joseph?" I ask slyly, a grin crossing my face.

He smirks. "I'm not saying anything until we get there."

I cross my arms and pretend to pout like a four-year-old, which only earns a laugh from Tyler.

"What are we doing here?" I ask. "Please don't tell me we're going college hunting." Tyler finds a parking space near the recreational building of a local university.

He chuckles and turns off the car. "Not quite." We climb out and walk up to the brick building together. Ty holds the door open for me, and we embrace the warmth of the lobby. My boyfriend approaches a middle-aged woman—a professor maybe—and asks her about something that I can't hear with the distance between us. She points to her left down a hallway while Ty nods. He appears to say thanks to the woman before they part ways. He turns back to me and looks to me for permission to take my arm. I nod as he leads me down a hallway to our right.

"We have to hurry. The seminar starts at ten. It's nine fifty-eight." He starts speed-walking, which forces me to match his pace if I don't want to be dragged.

"Could you please tell me what we're going to be late for!?" I question. I see double-doors at the end of the carpeted hallway that we're hurrying down.

Tyler doesn't say anything until we reach the set of white doors. He stops me with an excited look at his face. "Okay, so, I know how much you're into making food, so I signed us up for...a cooking class!"

My mouth hangs open. "Really!?"

He shrugs. "Yeah. I figured you would enjoy it, and I could sure use the tips. I've also heard that making food is a very bonding experience. But we won't be able to do any of it if we're late!" With that, he grabs my arm and pushes the double-doors open before I can say anything else.

Behind the set of doors lies a huge kitchen with multiple counters, ovens, sinks, and appliances, kind of like the kitchen in the Home Ec class that Josh and I are in together at school. Other young adults—some in couples and some alone—look at us as Tyler and I hurry toward a vacant counter in the back.

A dark-haired woman in her mid-thirties standing behind a counter at the front of the room looks up at us from a paper. "You must be Tyler and Jenna Joseph," she states.

Tyler nods. "Yes, ma'am."

My brows furrow in confusion. "You put both of our last names as Joseph???"

He blushes. "I guess I wasn't really thinking about it when I signed us up. I mean, you're basically part of the family." He shrugs as I laugh.

The woman clears her throat and addresses the group. "Okay, I'd like to welcome everyone out to our cooking course. My name is Cynthia, and today I'll be showing you how to make a German Chocolate Cake. Now, you make work solo or with a partner. However, I'd advise to work with a partner because you can finish tasks quicker. If you look on your counter, you should find the recipe and a list of appliances or materials you'll need. I'll go over some procedures and rules, then let you guys start. I'll be coming around to all of you eventually to see how you're coming along. Just raise your hands or call my name if any of you need help." Cynthia goes over some rules and shows us how to work the stand-up mixers, then turns us loose.

Tyler bends down and pulls two aprons out from a cabinet under the counter. "Thank you, kind sir," I say as I take one from him. I put it on and tie the strings behind my back. I glance over to see Ty struggling to tie his. Laughing, I take the strings and tie it for him. We both look at the list.

"So...what do we do first?" he asks.

"Well, we need to get the ingredients and supplies that aren't already on the counter," I say. "I'll get the food while you get the other stuff."

"Deal."

I turn my back to Tyler and glance at the list in my hands as I rummage through the fridge. I pull out the eggs, buttermilk, and margarine then double-check to make sure the rest of the ingredients are on the counter.

"Have you made one of these cakes before?" Tyler asks as he pulls three, eight-inch, round pans out of a cabinet.

I nod. "I did when I was really little with my grandma. I was the taste-tester."

He smirks. "Nice. I call licking out the bowl, by the way."

I glare at him playfully. "Dude, you know you'll have to share."

After checking that we have all of our supplies, we wash our hands and preheat the oven to 350°. Tyler greases the pans and lines them with wax paper while I heat water to a boil in a pan to melt the cooking chocolate. Tyler approaches the stove after he finishes lining the pans.

"What's the water for?" he asks.

"You have to melt the sweetened cooking chocolate," I state. "Now, while that's boiling, you and I can mix the sugar and margarine together." I plug in the mixer and show Tyler how to measure out two cups of sugar. I warm up the margarine in the microwave before adding it to the sugar. After instructing Tyler to turn the blender on low and gradually increase the speed, I turn back to the pan, where the water is now boiling. Setting the bar of chocolate in a separate bowl, I carefully mix in the water then use a spatula to stir them together.

"Is that batter looking fluffy yet, Ty?" I ask.

"As fluffy as my hair," comes the reply.

I laugh and approach the mixing bowl with the chocolate. Using the spatula, I scrape the sides after pouring most of it in. Tyler adds the single teaspoon of vanilla and turns the mixer speed to low.

Tyler's eyes squint at the paper, his eyebrows scrunching together in a cute way. "Wait a second, we forgot the egg yolks." He reaches up and flips off the mixer. "Crap. I hope this didn't ruin our cake."

"It shouldn't have," I reply. "Let's just mix in the egg yolks." I grab the egg-separating tool and extract the yolks over a bowl. Ty mixes each egg as I add them in.

"Don't worry," I say. "We've got this."

Cynthia comes over right as we're getting ready to divide the batter into our three pans. A hint of admiration lingers in her eyes. "You guys are naturals!" she exclaims.

Tyler points at me with a thumb. "She's the natural. I know nothing about cooking. That's why I signed up for this class."

Cynthia grins. "Well, are you getting some tips?"

Ty grins. "Sure am, ma'am!"

She laughs. "Well, good! I would say to check in with me if you need any help, but it seems like you guys have all of this down."

"Thank you," we both reply as she starts to walk away.

"Wait!" Tyler calls. Cynthia turns back around. "Can we lick the bowl?" he asks, turning red. I smack his arm.

The dark-haired woman laughs. "Sure. What fun would cooking be if you couldn't?"

"Yes," Tyler hisses victoriously.

I roll my eyes. "Just help me get this stuff in the oven."

After shutting the oven door, I set the timer for thirty minutes.

"Why aren't we doing thirty-five minutes?" Tyler asks curiously.

"It's always best to set the timer for the minimum amount of time so they won't burn. The heat levels on these ovens could be higher than the one I have at home. It's better to have raw batter that needs time added to it than a crusty cake."

Tyler nods. "That makes sense. So...what do we do for the next half-hour?"

"We can wash the supplies that we used," I suggest.

Tyler hugs the batter bowl to his chest defensively. "This is mine."

I roll my eyes. "Just save some of the batter and a spatula for me." I grab some of the measuring tools and start to wash them in the sink.

"I feel bad for just standing here, so I'll put the leftover ingredients up," Tyler says.

"Good idea," I reply.

Thirty minutes and one shared bowl of leftover batter later, the oven timer beeps. Putting on oven mitts, I grab a toothpick and stick it in the middle of all three cakes, then add three more minutes when I see that they're still a little doughy. I turn to Tyler. "I forgot to tell you to leave out the ingredients for making the icing, so let's get those out but not start on it yet because the cake still has to cool."

We proceed to remove the necessary ingredients from the fridge and cabinets. "Where's the flaked coconut?" Ty asks.

"Freezer," I reply.

"Gotcha. When are we supposed to remove the cake from the pans, though?"

"Um, well I like to cover them with Saran wrap and stick them in the fridge to cool them off first."

Tyler nods. "Okay." The oven timer dings again, and this time Tyler checks the cakes. "They're as done as Josh." He holds up a clean toothpick as I laugh. We remove the pans from the oven and let them cool enough for the Saran wrap not to melt to the metal. Then, we stick them in the fridge.

"Okay, let's start on the icing, shall we?" I ask.

Tyler pretends to crack his knuckles. "Let's do this."

"We did so well today!" I exclaim. "I'm really proud of you! Thank you so much for taking me to this. I had a lot of fun."

Tyler chuckles, looking at the cake box in his hands. "It wasn't a problem. I just can't wait to eat this." I laugh and take the box from him so he can remove his keys from his pocket.

"I just can't believe that you put both of our last names as Joseph," I say, chuckling.

Tyler blushes. "Yeah...my mistake." He starts the car and starts to pull out of the college parking lot. "Do you think we should actually eat something decent for lunch before digging into this cake?"

"Yeah...that's not a bad idea. Taco Bell?"

Ty smirks. "You read my mind." He proceeds to drive to the nearest Taco Bell.

"Those quesadillas were good, but I'm really looking forward to that cake," Tyler says as we walk up my porch stairs. He holds the door for me.

Brennan and Kristen look up from their place on the couch, Shrek playing from the TV. "Where did you two go?" Brennan asks.

"Ty took me to a cooking class," I state.

"What did you guys bake?" Kristen asks.

"A German Chocolate Cake," Tyler replies.

"Ooo," she says.

I proceed to walk into the kitchen and set the box on the table. Mom looks up from the sink. "I heard you made a cake."

"Yep, and we can't wait to try it," I say. I rummage through the kitchen drawers until I find a knife. Tyler removes the top of the box to reveal our picture-perfect masterpiece.

"Wait, don't cut into it yet! I want a picture!" Mom exclaims. She runs out of the room to retrieve her camera.

We finally cut into the cake after Mom takes a picture. I cut off two slices.

"You know what we should do," Tyler says, "is feed it to each other like they do at weddings."

I laugh. "I guess we could. Just don't make me choke."

Mom stands in front of us, her camera poised in front of her face. "Oh, this is definitely picture-worthy. Actually, I'm going to take a video." I roll my eyes as Tyler and I both pick up our pieces, the icing making our hands sticky. We hold them up. "3...2...1," Mom says. Before I can do anything, Tyler accidentally feeds himself his slice of cake. Everyone—including Kristen and Brennan on the couch—laughs.

The shade of red coloring Tyler's face would match Josh's hair if he were here. "Oops."

I double over, but then regain composure and pat him on the back. "It's okay."

"It's not if you're laughing, too."

"Whatcha gonna do about it?" I tease.

Tyler's mouth contorts to a sly smile. "This." He then takes his leftover piece of cake and smears it across my face. I stand in shock for a minute then start laughing. I lick the sweet icing and cake crumbs off of my mouth. "Okay, I probably deserved that for something." I bite into my own piece of cake.

"So, how are we going to divide this up?" Tyler asks.

"Well, the most logical way is you getting half and me getting half," I suggest.

He shrugs. "I guess that will work."

I start cutting the cake in half, putting my half on a plate and leaving the rest in the box for Tyler.

Tyler

"Thanks again for taking me, Ty. I had a lot of fun." Jenna smiles at me from her doorway. I return her smile.

"It was a pleasure. I had a lot of fun, too."

"See you Monday," she says before closing the door.

"Yeah, see ya." I step off her porch and walk to my car. Unlocking my vehicle, I set the cake box in the passenger seat, where Jenna sat less than an hour before, talking about college and her future career. I wish I could say that I'm going to college with her, but now I'm not so sure. I really want to continue with Twenty One Pilots. I hope that she—and my family—would understand my decision.

I drive straight until I make the right turn onto my street where my house sits in the distance. I glance over at my console when my phone chimes from one of my cup holders. Its screen lights up from a text. I ignore it and continue to drive to my house. After parking, I pull out my phone.

(853) 555-1532: You'd be a fool to think that everything is over, Tyler Joseph.

A feeling of uneasiness settles in my stomach that not even German Chocolate Cake can ease.

A/N: I really wanted German Chocolate Cake after writing this chapter lol. That Betty Crocker cookbook was making me hungry. Also note that if you try to bake one of these cakes based off this chapter, you will fail because I didn't include all of the ingredients XD.

So not-too-long ago, I was reading a Twenty One Pilots fanfiction and thinking how weird it was that the author was replying to the readers' comments. Then I stopped myself for a second and was like, "Wait, I do that!" XD.

I also wrote all of this on our smol and precious Joshua William Dun's birthday, but it won't get published until like a day or two afterward. I also found it interesting that Panic! At the Disco's "King of the Clouds" was released on the same day. Hmmm...

I did an emo/alternative try not to sing challenge and lost when the second song to come on was Car Radio. I knew (and sang along to) 18 out of the 20 songs in that video when I should have been working on this chapter. Oops...

I've also Dun some estimating, and sadly, there are only about ten chapters left in this fanfiction :(. I've had a fun time writing this.

Until Next Chapter!

Rey