Twenty Øne Pilots Imagines

'Aristocrat'

"Parents are rich?" He inquired, already assuming she was just like everyone else and lived off of their mother and father's income; However he was pleasantly surprised.

"Oh no, no. I started a business as soon as I was out of schooling and I've owned a rather successful business since then," [Y/N] explained rather proudly. She was always proud of her work. Not cocky. There was a difference.

Tyler looked over to her with a surprised look on his features, "You? You look so young!"

[Y/N], having heard this many times before, laughed, "Yes I am young. Twenty-Two and I own business large enough to support me and large house. I know, unsuspected especially from a woman but that's me, Mister Tyler."

"I meant no disrespect, of course. What does you business do?" Tyler was suddenly very interested. He found it interesting. She looked like a ditz but it seemed she was far from it.

"Spices. I have many imports coming from places in parts of Asia, Paris, and Italy. I've made many friends throughout my childhood which was, yes, thanks to my parents, but it's helped me and many other young business men and woman such as myself take off. I, and my colleagues, are some the most well known spice importers. I'm proud of it."

Tyler was now stopped in the middle of the road trying to understand how he could've underestimated her. Someone so small and, yes, a woman had made it big in this world. It was amazing,

"Wow. I uh wasn't expecting that." She was blushing now, realizing her business side had shown and she became flustered.

"I can tell," [Y/N] remarked as they resumed walking in step with each other. "How about you, Mister Tyler. What do you do?"

Tyler let a breathy chuckle out as he rubbed the back of his neck. Explaining himself and his life after someone with so much money seemed useless.

"Bah I'd bore ya."

"Nonsense! I'd love to hear about you," [Y/N] coaxed as a cart being pulled by mules passed by, a friendly farmer giving the pair a wave.

Tyler sighed. They wouldn't see each other again so why not?

"Came from a poor family. Didn't have much and home life wasn't sweet so I've been doing since what I've been doing then. Playing in a band at any place that would take us."

[Y/N] was intrigued, "Really?" She exclaimed, "That sounds wonderful. Do you sing? I heard you earlier and, my oh my was it beautiful."

Tyler smiled, despite having heard it from plenty of girls late in the night at different bars and clubs, it was different coming from her sweet voice. There was no seductive lilt to her compliments just genuine love for his voice.

"Thanks baby it's nothing special though," Tyler admitted bashfully. He was bashful? This was unlike anything he'd felt him some lady. Especially an Aristocrat. He decided to change the subject so he'd stop feeling so small with her."Hows about a nice ride, baby? If we're lucky, it'll take us the whole way there!"

He glanced over to her and stopped pushing it as he realized that was exactly what she needed. They'd been walking for quite some time and she needed to get off her feet in her heels. The many dips and bumps in the dirt road was painful to walk with heels on. Though Tyler wouldn't know what that would feel like, he could tell it was painful.

"That'd be splendid, Mister Tyler. My feet are aching." She had been leaning against him more for the past few minutes and Tyler wanted to get her off her feet as soon as possible. He moved to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her closer. [Y/N] giggled and let him take her hand, "You're such a naughty thing aren't you Mister Tyler?"