A/N: We've made it to 1.04K, guys! Thank you so much!

   I was gonna put a cute picture of Tyler and Jenna above, but then I found this beauty and was like,"Nah." 😂

•Tyler•

Jenna is slowly warming up to physical contact again. A brush of the arm here, a nudge there. It's not much, but it all adds up to something. About a month has passed since the incident. Right now, I'm wiggling into my suit jacket that I'm to wear to our Valentine's Day date.

    I gaze in the mirror, double-checking my face to verify that I shaved all of my stubble off. I straighten my tie and button the top button of my white shirt. Courtesy goes to Mom for volunteering to iron it. She cares about my relationship with Jenna that much.

    I rinse my mouth out and check myself in the mirror for about the twenty first time before I grab my car keys and head upstairs.

  "Don't forget the roses and chocolate!" Mom yells from the kitchen.

  I spin on my heel and sprint toward the dining room table where a bouquet of fresh, red roses sit in a vase on the table, a heart-shaped box of chocolate next to it. "Right! Thanks, Mom!"

  "No problem! Have a great night, Honey!"

   "I will!" I jog out the door and to my car.

   I start the engine but let my car warm up a bit before backing out. My phone vibrates in my pocket as I reach for the shift stick. Assuming it's Jenna, I open my phone, but instead only see a text from a number unfamiliar to me. I've been getting texts from random numbers lately. I'll get two or three texts from one number, then two or three from another.

1 (833) 688-2697: Hey emo, I hope your night goes horribly. You can count on me being there to ruin it.

(A/N: Call that number. I dare you.)

   I roll my eyes and delete the text. I've learned to ignore them by now. None of which the person says is true. I back out of my driveway and head toward Jenna's house.

   Messing with my collar, I grab Jenna's gifts and climb out of my vehicle. I fidget with the wrapping holding the flowers together as I wait for someone to answer the door. Carrie answers, her eyes widening.
"Aw, Jen's gonna like the roses and chocolate. She's still upstairs getting ready, but feel free to come in."
I nod and offer a small grin, then stand in the foyer, waiting for Jenna in anticipation.

   "Kristen, where is my other heel!? Did you take my other heel!?" Jenna's voice yells stressfully from upstairs.

   "Babe, I don't care if you wear bunny slippers!" I shout.

    It's quiet for a moment. Then: "Why didn't anybody tell me he was here!?"
Carrie and I share a look, then laugh.
"This isn't funny you two! Stop laughing! Where is that other heel!?"

   Carrie turns to me. "I'd better go help her before she stresses herself out anymore. She wants this date to be perfect." I nod and proceed to wait patiently in the foyer, staring at various family portraits on the wall. I grin when I see one of Jenna when she was about six, her two front teeth missing.

   Hearing a stair creak, I whip around to see Jenna descending them. My jaw drops. Her hair is in an updo, and the hem of her scarlet red dress flows behind her like water. Her skin glows, making her look like an angel. Looking at her neck, I'm not surprised to see that she's wearing her locket. It seems to go with everything.

    I regain my composure as she approaches me. My grip tightens on the gifts in my hands. "Y-You look amazing," I stutter out in a dumbstruck fashion. I hand her the bouquet and chocolates.

   "Thank you," she replies. "I'll put these in the kitchen." I watch her walk off then return moments later with empty hands.

    "You ready?" I ask. She nods. I offer my hand, and grin when she lightly takes it.

   Mrs. Black runs around the corner with a camera. "Wait! I have to get a picture!"

   Jenna rolls her eyes as her and I stand in front of the door. "Oh, Mom."
She snaps a photo. "Have a good time, Sweetie. Take good care of her, Tyler. Be back by nine."

   "Will do, Mrs. Black," I reply as we head out the door.

   "So, what do you have up your sleeve?" Jenna asks as I open the passenger door.

  "We are going to Barcelona," I respond, climbing into the driver's side.

   "Really!?"

   "Yep. I hope you like Mexican food."

   She shrugs. "That's fine by me."

"Good." We're silent for a moment. "You honestly look really beautiful tonight. I mean, it's not like you're not beautiful any other night. Or day. I-It's just-uh-"

   Jenna laughs, which makes my heart ache in a good way. "It's okay, Ty, I know what you mean."

  I chuckle nervously. Everything will be fine, I tell myself. Not even my head can ruin this night.

You sure about that?

I shake my head to clear it.

That's not gonna work this time.

   I reach for the dials on my radio. Music seems to distract me from my thoughts, even if the song is complete trash. I skim through various radio stations and finally settle on one playing "Hey There Delilah."

  "Ooo, I like this song." Jenna leans forward to turn it up more. I'm glad that she's not angry at me for listening to music instead of talking. We both sing along as I drive.

   I turn the music down after the song ends. "I can drop you off at the door and park. I've set a reservation." She nods nervously, and I tentatively reach for her hand. When she doesn't pull away, I continue. "I'll sit at the door until I'm positive you're inside, don't worry."

. She nods, her thumb rubbing the side of my hand. "Okay."

   I drive through downtown Columbus then finally slow at Barcelona's entrance. Jenna climbs out of the car and waves nervously at me as she opens the restaurant's door, her eyes darting around in every possible direction. I give her a thumbs up as she turns and hurries inside. Shifting out of neutral, I drive to the parking lot located on the backside of the building and park. It takes about three minutes to walk back around front.

  I scan the room when I get inside to see Jenna awkwardly standing in the corner near the register.

  Yeah, leave her alone in a restaurant to explain where her date is. Good idea.

  I huff in annoyance--partially at myself and partially at the critical voice--then look at Jenna for permission to take her arm when she walks over to me, her heels thumping against the wood floor. We walk arm-in-arm to the ordering podium.

   A waiter appears to get us a table. "Reservation for Tyler Joseph. Table for two," I tell him.

   Why don't you have a reservation in a graveyard yet?

   I notice Jenna peering at me from the corner of my eye. I glance at her when she tugs my arm. "He's waiting to take us to our table," she whispers.

   My face heats up in embarrassment for a moment. "Oh."

   "Right this way," the waiter says, unfazed by our delay, motioning us forward with his arms. He leads us to the back half of the restaurant that is usually closed off for families, parties, etcetera. It will be a nice, quiet spot where Jenna and I can talk without the clamor of silverware and dishes nearby.
  
   Pulling out her chair for her, my lovely date smiles at me and sits, smoothing her dress out on her lap. I take the chair opposite her, and we both pick up the menus that the waiter left.
  
   "What are you thinking about getting?" Jenna's eyes peer at me over her menu.

   A life.
  
   "Umm...I was thinking about the Chipotle Lime Chicken. What about you?"

   "The 3 Cheese Penne doesn't sound too bad."

    I shrug. "Get whatever suits you. I don't mind."

   "Well, I don't want anything to be too expensive or anything...," she trails off.

   "Babe, this night is about you. Don't worry about the price." I give her a small smile.

   The waiter comes by minutes later, and we place our orders. After he leaves, Jenna turns her attention to me. She clasps her hands together. "So, how many basketball games do you have left?"

   "Just one if we don't get into the championships."

   "Do you want me to come and watch it?"

   What!? And see how horribly you play?

   Ignoring the voice, I shrug. "You can, but you don't have to."

  "Are you going to get a basketball scholarship or pursue music?"

   I give this next question some careful thought. All through high school, I envisioned my future out on the court, not in-let's say- a basement performing for handful of people. I'm afraid that if my musicianship got to basement level, then I'd probably regret not taking the basketball career. But I'm doing good at both right now, aren't I? That's why picking one is so confusing. I don't want to pick the wrong choice.

   I run my hand through my hair after realizing that Jenna is still patiently waiting for an answer. I sigh. "I honestly don't know. I'm at a good place in both areas, that's the problem. I'm not sure which path to take."

   Jenna gives me a reassuring smile, her white teeth flashing. "I know this is going to sound cheesy, but do what you feel will be best in the end. Follow your heart."
  
   I chuckle. "My heart can be a little misleading at times. It's mainly because my head gets in the way."

   Hey now.

  She grins again. "That's okay, it happens to all of us. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

   "What career are you planning to take, again?"

  "I want to do something photography-related. I could probably land a job for a newspaper or something."

   "I think you'd be good at it."
We glance up in unison as the waiter returns with our plates. We give a toast with our glasses of tea and coke, then start eating.

   Despite having a nice night with Jenna, an uneasy feeling has settled in my ribcage, like a bird singing a song of fear and warning. The night seems to be going well, so I don't know why I'm feeling this way. Okay, so maybe the text earlier did spook me a little, but it's not like someone is spying on me and watching my every move.

   "That was good. Thanks, Ty." Jenna's voice jolts me out of the atmosphere of my head and back into the present. She wipes her mouth with a napkin and sets her fork on the plate that once held a slice of Chocolate Molten cake. She offered to share, but I declined. I don't have the appetite at the moment. The bird of uneasiness has flown to my stomach, making it hard to ingest anything else.

   I smile. "Are you ready to go?"

   She nods and begins to rise from her seat. "I've had an amazing time. I don't want the night to end. Everything has went so well."

   I stand and offer my arm. She settles for holding my hand instead. "I've had a good night, too. I'm glad that we're able to celebrate being together for almost seven months now." Leaving a tip for the waiter, I lead Jenna toward the front desk so I can pay the bill.

   After taking my receipt and stuffing it in my coat pocket, I take Jenna's hand again, and we walk out the door.

   The moon shines brightly as we walk around the corner of the building to the parking lot beyond. I offer Jenna my coat when I see her shivering in the February weather, but she declines it.

   "I'll just wait to warm up in the car," she insists. We walk a little faster after that.

   The hood of my red car glints in the moonlight from the corner of the parking lot. The bird flutters more rapidly against my stomach's walls as we draw closer to my vehicle.

   Pulling my keys out of my pocket, I press the unlock button on my fob. The headlights blink, indicating that it has been unlocked.

   Jenna pulls ahead of me, her heels clicking against the pavement, and climbs into my car, waiting for me to warm up its interior. A weird look crosses her face as I walk over to my side. Her eyes meet mine, and her brow furrows.

   I climb in and almost ask what is wrong when I identify the problem.

My radio is gone.

A/N: No, Fall Out Boy didn't send the threatening text to Tyler. I just wanted to use a phone number and seized the opportunity to use one that you can actually call, lol.

Also, I got to play an electric ukulele hooked up to an amp at a music store the other day! I felt so powerful!

I was also wearing a Twenty One Pilots shirt that same day, and when I walked in, this guy playing electric guitar saw my shirt and started playing Heathens. I kind of brushed it off until he started playing Isle of Flightless birds, then I was like,"What!????"

I also bought two new Twenty One Pilots shirts and a bag from Hot Topic, so yay!