Ya'll, everyone is going crazy about the 8 second audio clip and the updates on the cryptic website. I can practically hear the new album. Did I mention that Tyler Joseph himself liked someone's picture on Instagram? Someone also typed in Twenty One Pilots on a song website that only artists themselves can register songs on and two singles popped up called "Nico and the Niners" and "Jumpsuit," which were both set to release in 2018. Apparently Warner Music went and took down the single's names from the site shortly after people started discovering it. I swear, the Clique could put the FBI out of business. Did I also mention that someone working for an alternative radio station said they were told that TOP is due to release a single this month? Everything is getting so crazy, but I'm so pumped. Anyways, just thought I'd let you guys know all this in case you haven't heard about it.

By the way, this is a long chapter. |-/ <3

Tyler

I kneel down on the ground, putting my head in my hands. My childhood sanctuary and place of escape is destroyed. It was the one place I could go where I could actually concentrate. Most of my childhood took place there. And now it's gone.

A hand rests on my shoulder then proceeds to rub my back. I look up to meet Jenna's blue eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "This meant a lot to you, and to me."

I hang my head, breaking eye contact. "It's not your fault," I mutter. Listening carefully, I hear something else beyond the crackles and pops of burning wood: sirens.

"Did you call the fire department?" I ask Jenna.

She nods. "Right after I got off the phone with you."

"Will they be able to get in here?"

"I think their fire hoses are about one-hundred feet long, and they can spray pretty far. There's also a fire hydrant on the street bordering the woods."

"We should probably go then, so they'll know where to enter at," I say. Jenna offers me a hand up, and we run through the woods to the street.

I watch as the firemen extinguish the fire, the remains nothing but charred pieces of wood in the tree. We're lucky that none of the other trees caught fire, since they're just now awakening from hibernation.

I stare at the ground, my hand hanging limply in Jenna's grip. There's no point in rebuilding the treehouse. It's just a childhood fort, anyway.

Yeah, it was never that important. It could never really shut me up.

I glance up when I fireman approaches us, his dark skin coated in sweat from being near the flames. His gloved hand holds a red gas can.

"This was found near the tree. We're starting to think that this wasn't an accident. Do you know anyone who would do this?"

Jenna and I look at each other. She squeezes my hand reassuringly then answers for the both of us. "There's been this guy at our school that's been messing with us. He's probably the cause of this."

"Do you know his name? If so, you could file for property damage," the fireman says.

She nods. "It's Brendon Boyd Urie. He's also stolen my boyfriend's car radio." She glances at me.

I clear my throat. "Yeah. He's not in school anymore, which makes us think that he's on the run."

The fireman nods. "Well, thank you for your information."

We nod. "You're welcome," I say. A pang of guilt courses through me. I didn't exactly tell him about the threatening texts and notes, or the kidnapping. Oh well.

The firemen leave after about ten minutes of surveying the tree to make sure that it doesn't have a chance to catch fire again. Both of our families come to the site and talk to the fire department. I pace back and forth, my Vans leaving scuff marks in the dirt.

My mind wanders as I pace, and that's when I realize something. Then, the wave of tears comes, and I decide it's best to run back to my house before anyone can see them.

Jenna

Standing next to Brennan and my parents and paying attention to only half of what the fireman is saying, I glance to my left to see that Tyler is gone. My eyes wander down a trail to see the top of his head disappearing through some budding bushes.

I tug on Brennan's sleeve. "Tell Mom and Dad that I went to Tyler's house." Then, I take off after my boyfriend.

"Tyler, wait!" I pant, chasing Tyler through his backyard. He shoots a glance behind him then runs faster. He bounds up his porch steps and slams the kitchen door behind him. The door is locked when I get there. I jiggle the knob.

"C'mon, Ty! I just want to help!" I hit the door with the palm of my hand, then sigh in frustration and walk around the front of the house. A blob of faded red catches of my eye: Josh's hair. My "other boyfriend"—as my family puts it—is jogging up the street toward me, Ty's ukulele case gripped in one hand. He waves.

"Jenna! What's going on? Tyler left in quite a rush, so I came to bring him his ukulele. I heard sirens." He stops in front of me, barely panting, while I'm about to fall over from running. I bend over and put my hands on my knees then regain composure.

"Brendon burned Tyler's treehouse."

Josh pales. "He did!?"

I nod. "The fire department put it out and everything, and then Tyler suddenly ran back here and locked me out of the house." I walk up to the front door and jiggle the knob. "Both doors are locked."

"The Josephs keep a key behind the flower pot by the back door," Josh says.

I nod. "Let's go." The two of us run around back.

Josh and I quietly walk down the basement stairs, where muffled cries come from the bottom. We stop and glance at each other, then resume our descent. We peer around the corner of the staircase to see Tyler curled up on his bed crying. He wipes his face on the pillow clutched to his chest, showing no sign of seeing us.

Josh's mouth hovers by my ear. "When he buries his head in the pillow, I'll sneak around and block the bathroom door while you try to get his attention. Okay?"

I nod. We stand and wait for him to bury his head, which he does. Josh slowly steps down the stairs and tiptoes over to Tyler's bathroom, setting the ukulele case on the floor by the closet in the process. He nods at me. I walk down the stairs and approach my crying boyfriend.

"Tyler?" I say softly.

His head shoots up, along with the rest of his body. "Go away!" He throws the pillow at me and dashes to his bathroom, only to be met by Josh, who grabs his shoulders.

"You're not going anywhere. Now sit down. We want to talk to you."

Tyler glares at him then reluctantly sits down at his desk chair. I put the pillow back on his bed then pull up the seat from his keyboard while Josh grabs the stool from the drum kit.

Josh leans forward. "Now, what happened?"

More tears leak out of Tyler's eyes and fall on his red, blotchy face. "He burned my notebook, Josh. Without that notebook, we're not a band."

I grab my boyfriend's hand as Josh obtains a confused look. "Notebook?"

"MY SONG NOTEBOOK, JOSH! IT'S GONE! BURNED!" Ty's shoulders shake as another wave of tears consumes him. He hunches over on his desk chair.

I stroke Tyler's hand. "Shh...everything will work itself out. You can still write music."

He shakes his head. "Most of my ideas were written in there. And with my memory, who knows if I'll be able to remember every single word of every single song!?"

"But you've only written...how many songs does your first album have?"

"Fourteen," Josh answers. "And the album we're working on currently has seven."

"So...twenty one songs," I state.

Tyler shakes his head. "There were more. I have a solo album called No Phun Intended with seventeen songs on it. And Every. Single. One of them was written in there. And I kept that notebook in that treehouse all of the time because that's where I did most of my writing. Now, could you guys just please leave me alone?"

Josh and I look at each other. "Tyler," Josh says, "don't let the loss of your notebook stop you from making music. I know you have most of our songs memorized due to performance purposes. You can always write them down again."

"But then I'll start doubting myself, and I'll keep asking myself if some of the words are right or wrong as well as other stuff." Ty runs his hands through is hair then looks up at me. "For example: Jenna, if you lost one of your SD cards, would you try to go back and photograph the same things that were on the card in hopes that they looked the same?"

I think for a second. "Well, it would be almost impossible because photographs are a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing."

"We see your point," Josh says.

Tyler sighs. "Losing that notebook was like losing a piece of me, a piece that I'll never be able to get back."

I stand up and hug him. "We're really sorry. We can't imagine how much that treehouse and notebook meant to you."

"Why did this have to happen to me!? Why does Brendon hate me so much!?" he frets.

I rub Ty's back. "Well...everything that happens to us in life happens to us for a reason."

He sighs. "Well, when life gives you lemons—"

"Freeze them and throw them as hard as possible at your enemies," Josh finishes.

Both boys chuckle. "That's not exactly where I was going, but that works," Tyler says. "Thanks for helping me, guys."

"It's wasn't a problem," I reply.

Josh nods. "Call us if you need to."

Tyler nods. "I will. Now I'm going to use the next few hours to try and remember our songs."

"Need any help?" Josh offers.

Tyler shakes his head. "Nah. I think better alone."

"Understandable," he replies. He turns to me. "I guess we should go, Jenna."

I stand up. "Yeah." I walk over and kiss Ty on the forehead. "I hope you feel better."

He smiles. "Thanks, Babe."

Josh and I leave the basement and walk upstairs to see the rest of the Joseph family coming through the door. Jay runs over to me, his arms wrapping around my waist tightly. He looks up at me.

"Is Ty alright?" he asks, a worried look in his eyes.

Josh ruffles Jay's hair. "He will be."

I kneel down to his eye level. "He's really sad right now."

"Is it because of his treehouse?"

Josh and I nod. "He'll cheer up, though," I say reassuringly—more to myself than to Jay.

"Can I go and see him? I wanna cheer him up."

Zack steps in and grabs Jay's hand. "Why don't we give him a few minutes, buddy? Let's go out and play some basketball, then go see him."

"Okay," Jay says. "I'll go get a basketball." He runs off toward the hall closet for a ball. Zack meets my eyes. I mouth a thank you. He nods.

"Well, I guess Josh and I need to get going," I state.

"Actually, Jenna, could I talk to you for a moment please?" Mrs. Joseph asks.

I nod. "Of course." I look at Josh.

"I'll be waiting on the porch," he states.

Mrs. Joseph grabs my arm and leads me through the kitchen and into the laundry room. She closes the door behind her. "Jenna, I want you to know something." I raise my eyebrows in indication for her to continue. "You're honestly probably the best thing that's happened to Tyler. Before you moved here, he had no girlfriend, no job—well, he still doesn't have a job, but anyways—he didn't seem to have any motivation in his life other than music and basketball. And those didn't always help him. So, I'd like to say thank you. Thank you, Jenna Black for being the reason that my son gets out of bed in the mornings. Thank you for being his motivation to shower, dress, eat, and well, just be his old self." She reaches out and squeezes my hand gently.

I stand there stunned and speechless. "I impacted Tyler that much?" I whisper, my eyes widening.

She nods, tears filling her eyes. "I used to have to drag him out of bed and force him to eat, shower, and get dressed. The only way that happened was if I threatened to take away his music privileges. Then, when he asked you out, I could see a bit of his old self again." Her eyes twinkle. "He talks about you all the time, you know. Every night at dinner—did I mention he actually joins us for dinner now?—anyways, he always brings you up in a conversation, whether it was something funny you said at school to how he should ask you to prom—Oh shoot! I wasn't supposed to tell you about prom!"

I laugh. "It's okay, Mrs. Joseph. I kind of saw that one coming."

"Oh please, call me Kelly. And don't mention the prom thing to him."

I laugh again. "I won't."

"Anyways, our whole family would like to thank you. Tyler's mental and emotional state has been better this past seven months than it has all of high school. But now...now I'm not sure how much his treehouse burning will affect his mental state. He used to go there all of the time. So."

"I'm not sure either, Mrs.—Kelly. Josh and I did our best to help him."

She smiles, laugh lines showing at the corners of her eyes. "I believe that. Just be prepared for emotional changes, I guess." She pauses. "Well, I guess you need to get back to your folks. I just wanted you to know how much we appreciate you. You should come over for dinner more often. And could one of us get your number in case we need to call you about Tyler? You can give it to Chris or me."

I nod. We walk out of the laundry room, and she grabs a notepad off of the fridge then finds a pen. I write down my number and hand the pad to her.

"Thanks for stopping by, Jenna!" she calls as I make my way to the front door. I wave before exiting.

Josh is sitting on the porch swing watching Zack give Jay some pointers on his free-throws when I step outside. He stands up and walks toward me. "I haven't actually seen the treehouse yet. Do you want to come with me to see it?"

"Sure," I reply. "My house is on the other side of the woods, anyway."

We step off the porch and wave to the two Joseph brothers as we walk down the sidewalk. After walking to the corner, I lead Josh into the trees. We follow the charcoal smell until we find the treehouse, its charred skeleton the only thing remaining. We're silent for a moment.

Josh's mouth falls open. "Wow. It was this bad. And you said Brendon did this?"

I shrug. "It would be the most reasonable explanation. A fireman found a gas can near the tree."

"Boy, if I ever see him again..." Josh hits his fist against his left palm. "How long do you think it was burning?"

"Long enough," I mutter. We stand in sort of a moment of silence for the treehouse before I turn to Josh. "I think Tyler left his car in my driveway. It may still have the keys in it."

"I'll drive it back to his house, don't worry," he replies.

"Thanks." We walk back to my house in silence. Josh follows me out front to where Tyler's car is still parked at the curb. He climbs inside the unlocked door and starts the engine.

"Hey Josh," I say before he closes the door and pulls away, "thanks for being there for Tyler and me. I'm not sure how well I would've been able to handle Tyler if I was by myself."

He smiles. "It's not a problem, just call or text whenever you need me. I'll probably be doing nothing with my life when you do." I laugh and wave at him as he backs out and drives away. I turn and walk inside my own house. I sure hope I'll be able to handle Tyler, wherever his mind and emotions take him.