Internet Infatuation (YouTuber Fanfiction)

Chapter XXVIII

Just so you all know, this is the last chapter. No epilogue: sorry!

Before you start reading, I just wanted to announce that I started another book ( I hate myself for it but whatever ) called The Selection ( Troyler AU ) and only the introduction is up ( just a copy of the description ) but idk I have some ideas for it and since I'm almost done with this I figured I won't hate myself too much for starting something I thought of on a whim.

Now, this is the chapter that literally everyone has been waiting the entire book for ( also my last chapter broke 100 reads holy fuckballs it hasn't even been 24 hours )

Troye POV

"Anytime, Sivan, anytime," Caspar said in an almost ominous voice, before turning on his hell and finally walking off.

I watched his figure walk down the hall, slowly becoming a darker, less detailed silhouette to my eyes the farther away from me he got. That thought struck me as funny, seeing as that's how people are with each other: you can be close to someone, and know every detail about them, but if they distance themselves from you, you start to see less and less of them, seeing only a vague reminiscence to what you used to see of them. I felt my demeanor darken, only being reminded that that's what Tyler would be to me, if I misinterpreted the texts, and he was angry at me after all; just a mere silhouette.

I shook my head out of my thoughts, wondering how my thoughts went down that road in the first place. It's almost scary, the way you can become so completely focused on a subject, only to be interrupted by some random tangent. You could be talking about movies, and five seconds later end up talking about the time you lost a bet and had to wear an obnoxiously bright pink outfit every day for a week ( true story ).

Sometimes, these random little thoughts can even completely turn your mood around, changing the way you feel throughout the rest of the day. For example, someone could be having a really smooth day, and be really enjoying the feel of everything around them, when BAM, you suddenly remember the time that your dog died, and you end up stuck in that moment in time. It's even worse when no matter how hard you try, you just can't shake that thought off, either. It's like every single bad memory you have is covered in fly paper, but instead of your brain being the fly, all of those momentarily forgotten moments are the flies, constantly buzzing around, always lurking in the dustier, dirtier corners of your mind, just waiting to land on you and ruin the atmosphere of your thoughts.

You just went off on a tangent, Troye, I thought to myself, before exasperatedly slapping a hand on my face, and rubbing it downward in a harsh movement. I always tell people to avoid negativity - important advice that I learned from Tyler himself - yet I can't even follow my own personal instructions sometimes.

I remembered the last alive I gave to Caspar, and cringed. I really do need to work on following my own advice.

I glanced back down the hallway again, seeing that Caspar was long gone - and probably has been for a while, now - and thought to myself,Troye, if you were anyone else in the word but yourself right now, what would you tell yourself to do?

I pondered it for a couple minutes, tapping my foot softly against the floor in front of door, and finally realized that the simplest advice I'd give to myself in my situation is this: Go to Tyler, and tell him everything. Figure out the rest on the way.

Follow your own advice, I mentally told myself in a patient but insistent voice, and finally willed myself to knock on the door: once, twice, then three times, each getting louder than the last.

I barely even finished knocking the third time before the door swung open quickly, and Tyler Oakley, the man I've pined over and cried over stood there, with red-rimmed eyes and an unusually messy quiff, looking beyond relieved to see me there. Well, when he first opened the door, I don't think he was sure it was me, and was preparing to have his hopes get crushed, but was glad when his expectations were exceeded. "Tyler..." I breathed out. I wasn't sure if he heard me or not, but either way, he took a couple steps closer to me, and threw his arms tightly around me, burying his face in the crook of my neck.