Warnings: None

Word Count: 2083

Author's Note: This is mentioned in the chapter, but I just want to make sure it's super clear that there's a time jump! This is a little more than a year after the last chapter, aka the night before the wedding. I hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

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You grabbed one of the boxes off the top shelf and passed it down to Tyler, who was standing near your hip. He took it from you and set it down among the others, fanning away some of the dust as he did so. Since tomorrow was your wedding, you and Tyler had decided to pull down all your old boxes of memories and look at some of the things that you had decided to keep throughout the course of your relationship before you started a new chapter together.

"I think that's everything," you said, feeling around the shelf one more time to make sure nothing was hidden in a dark corner.

"I didn't realize you had so many of these," Tyler said, looking around the small pile at his feet. "We have a lot to go through."

"We don't have to look through everything, just the important stuff."

Tyler held a hand out to you and helped you jump down from the chair you had been standing on. Together, you carried the boxes downstairs. Now that summer had finally come again, you often found yourselves in the living room with the windows open, enjoying the warm breeze and each other's company. The last couple months since the hiatus began had been peaceful, to say the least.

"Where do we even start?" Tyler asked. He was now sitting cross legged on the floor across from you, his hands rested on his knees.

"Wherever you want. You know all of my deepest, darkest secrets now, so not much is off limits."

Tyler's mouth slowly grew into a smile. You watched him for a moment, wondering if he had some sort of plan, but he simply said, "Ok."

You grabbed a box near you and slowly took the top off. Based on the things you could see on the top of the pile inside, it held memories from a few years ago, right around the time that Tyler had been working on writing Blurryface.

"Hey, look at this!" Tyler said, grabbing a photo from the box he was looking in. "We're so small."

He passed the photo over to you. It was of you and Tyler at one of his basketball games, most likely taken by either his mom or sister. The two of you were sitting on the sidelines, evidently before a game had started based on the lack of sweat on Tyler's face. Tyler had one arm around you and you were both smiling, but you could tell by your expression that you were trying to hide how excited you were about snuggling up next to Tyler.

"Look at my face," you laughed. "My smile is so dorky."

"Your smile is so dorky? Look at mine!"

"You look cute! I look like I'm trying not to pass out from excitement."

"Maybe we were both just dorks in high school," Tyler said, taking the picture back from you.

"Would you ever have thought that those dorky kids would end up getting married?"

"I think there were a couple people that thought it might happen, but I thought I was always going to be too scared to tell you how I feel."

"Was putting your arm around me your way of trying to hint at it?"

"Maybe," Tyler laughed.

You turned back to your box of things and started to dig through it. There were all sorts of things in there, ranging from pictures of Max when he was a newborn to bits of Tyler's lyrics that you had held on to.

"Wait, look at this," you smiled, grabbing a piece of plastic from inside the box. "It's my pass for when I came along on the Quiet is Violent tour."

"And then we had to rush home from Mexico because Marenna was starting to go into labor?"

"Yes," you laughed. "I think that was the most stressful day of my life."

Tyler reached out and grabbed the pass from you and looked over it. "Do you keep all of your passes?"

"Of course I do. I keep everything, Ty."

"I knew that," he smiled. "I just didn't know if it was deemed important enough for the box."

"It's my fiancé's tour! Obviously it's going to go in the box."

"Soon to be husband."

"I know, I can hardly believe it."

Tyler handed the pass back to you and you carefully tucked it away into the box among the rest of the things. You continued to look for other interesting trinkets, but didn't come up with much. Tyler, on the other hand, seemed to be finding all sorts of treasures.

"Wait, I remember this!" he grinned, pulling a crumpled piece of notebook paper out of one of the boxes. Your handwriting on the front was unmistakable.

"Oh no."

"Will you finally read it to me now?"

"Let me look at it first. Just because we're getting married now doesn't mean this is any less embarrassing."

Tyler reluctantly passed the letter off to you. You gently unfolded it and scanned the first paragraph, unable to hold back a shy smile as you did so. Although your feelings hadn't changed since you wrote the letter - if anything, they had grown stronger - there was still a tinge of embarrassment as you remembered what things had been like when you were fifteen.

"Are you going to read it to me?"

"Ok, ok, I'll read it." You cleared your throat and glanced at Tyler once more before you began to read. "Dear Tyler, I'm writing this letter to you because there's something very important that I have to tell you. I've been trying to find the right way to say this, and after a lot of thinking I've decided that the best way is to tell you through writing, because every time I want to tell you in person, I feel like I'm going to throw up."

"Did you actually?" he asked.

"Yes, do you remember that time that we were hanging out in your backyard and I told you I needed to tell you something and then said that my stomach hurt?"

"That sounds familiar."

"That's why," you laughed. "Anyway, continuing on. Tyler, I like you. I like like you. I don't know if you'll even believe me because you're my best friend and I know we joke around with one another a lot, but I mean this completely seriously. I'll even pinky promise you if you ask. And in case you still aren't convinced, I made a list down below of twenty reasons I think you're the coolest and cutest guy on Earth."

"Yes, this is my favorite part," Tyler grinned.

"Number one: good at basketball. Number two: fluffy hair. Number three: pretty eyes."

"Do you still think my eyes are pretty?"

"I still believe everything that I wrote on this list," you smiled. Tyler's cheeks quickly flushed red. "Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yes, I've been waiting years to hear the rest of this list."

"Number four: luscious lips, with a heart next to it, no less. Number five: a really cute smile. And dimples. Number six: really nice laugh. Number seven: the best singing, and talking, voice I've ever heard. Number eight: good dance moves. Number nine: you always tell the best jokes. Number ten: you never fail to make me smile. Oh no, this is where it starts to get really sappy."

"You said you would read it to me," he pouted, sticking out his lower lip.

"I will! I just might get a little emotional," you laughed.

Tyler scooted closer so that he could rest a hand on your knee, gently rubbing his thumb along it. You looked up at him and smiled.

"Alright. Number eleven: you always seem to know when I'm feeling down and can cheer me right back up again. Number twelve: you always let me play the music I like when we hang out, even if it's not your favorite. Number thirteen: I know you'll always have my back. Number fourteen: I feel like the most important person in the room when you're around. Number fifteen: you've never once turned your back on me, even if we get in an argument. Number sixteen: you sing to me when I'm sad. Number seventeen: you didn't ditch me, even when you got on varsity basketball and became popular. Number eighteen: you allow me to totally be myself when we hang out, even if I'm kind of dorky. Number nineteen: you're somehow super attractive and super cool. Number twenty: you're genuinely the funniest, sweetest, most supportive guy that I've ever met and I would be stupid not to have a crush on you." This was when you really started to get emotional. Tears started to brim in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Tyler took notice, but let you finish speaking before saying anything. "So, Tyler, that's why I have a crush on you. I know we agreed that we would always be friends, but unfortunately you're too cool and I ended up having feelings for you. Even if you don't return them, hopefully this doesn't ruin our friendship and we can just pretend this never happened. Love, Y/N."

"I don't think that was embarrassing at all," Tyler said, pulling you closer as you folded up the paper. "Fifteen year old Tyler would have been happy to read that. Why are you crying?"

"They're happy tears," you explained, wiping one away with the back of your finger. "It's just... I remember sitting at my desk and writing this out when I was younger. I was already pretty sure that I wasn't going to give it to you because I knew you didn't feel the same, but a small part of me still wanted to just to test it out. I never did, obviously, and as time went on I started to lose hope and then the truth or dare incident happened, which confirmed my fears, and when you dropped out of college, I really thought that was going to be the end for us. Never in a million years did I expect to be sitting here with you, on the night before our wedding in our house, looking over these letters and realizing that everything I dreamt of came true."

Tyler pulled you even closer so that your knees were pressed together. He took the paper from you, setting it back in its proper box, and then took hold of your hands. You looked up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed about the fact that you were crying.

"I'm sorry that I ever made you feel that way, and let me tell you, I wish every day that I had just ignored the things my head was telling me and told you how I felt the very first day that I realized I was in love with you. I never, ever want to make you feel like that again."

You shook your head, "It's ok, Ty. The past is the past, and all that matters is that we're together now."

"I love you so much, Y/N. I swear I could spend hours talking about you."

"Save it for tomorrow, Joseph."

"Maybe I will, Y/L/N."

"Can't call me that for long," you grinned.

"I know."

Tyler rested a hand on the side of your face and pulled you towards him until your lips met in the middle. All of your worries were quickly forgotten as the world faded away until nothing was left but you and Tyler.

He finally pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. You took a moment to admire his chocolate brown eyes up close. It was something you would never get tired of.

"Do you think I should finish writing my vows?" Tyler whispered.

"Ty!" you smiled, leaning back. "Have you not finished writing?"

"I'm kidding! I finished them last week. It was easy once I realized all I had to do was talk about how much I love you."

"I love you too."

"I can't believe we're actually getting married tomorrow," he said, idly playing with your hands.

"I know, it doesn't feel like it's actually happening."

"But it is," he smiled.

His eyes slowly met yours, instantly bringing heat to your cheeks. Every day you found yourself wondering how you had been lucky enough to fall in love with someone like Tyler. There was nobody else you would rather spend the rest of your life with.

"I can't wait to marry you."