A Product Of The Internet

Publicity Stunt

Troye picked a girl in the front row to ask us our first truth or dare question.
"When did you meet?" She asked, her face quivering with excitement.
Troye let out a long chuckle and smiled down at me. I furrowed my brows in confusion.
"Ah, the great day of fate" he sighed nostalgically, still smiling but now looking away from me.
"It was Tyler who introduced us to each other," began Troye
He was interrupted by a few short squeals at Tyler's name.
"As you all know, Tyler found Noah on Tumblr, where she has quite a successful blog"
"It's not that successful, trust me" I said
"It totally is!"
He gently shoved me to one side, laughing. I pouted in mock injury, without really thinking about it. He chuckled, placing an arm around my shoulders once more. This time when he smiled it looked real. The smile travelled up to his cheeks and ended at his eyes, which crinkled adorably.
"Next?" He asked.
A sea of hands shot up all at once.
"Oh god!" He said, raising his eyebrows "Noah you pick."
"Uhh...you over there" I pointed to a tall girl in the back
Her cheeks flushed as she was handed the microphone
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth" I said quickly
Troye shook his head
"Playing it safe I see," he mumbled with a smirk plastered on his face.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Have you guys ever fought?" She said, not knowing how much damage she had already done by asking such a simple question"
"Well, no." I said
Suddenly there was a gasp from the girl holding the microphone. A much smaller girl had appeared at her side and snatched the microphone away from her.
"Well, yes!" She snapped. Her voice was very familiar.
I strained to see her through the mass of people turning around to see what was going on.
"Toah isn't the perfect ship you all imagine," She said, laughing cruelly " in fact, it's a publicity stunt"
The room held it's breath
"What?" A few voices mumbled in unison
"Who the hell are you?" I yelled still trying to see the figure clutching the microphone
I heard an even more familiar cackle.
"It's your fucking best friend, bitch" she hissed.
"Shit," said Troye "She's crazy. And she's onto us."
"It's Issie." I said looking at him with desperation.
Troye's POV:
"Issie?! You're best friend Issie?" I suddenly recognised the screams.
"Well. I don't think she's my best friend anymore." Said Noah, her eyes filled with worry.
"Noah and Troye weren't even together in the first place" she began "Troye kissed Marcus and now they're not together anymore. This is all a huge act to get more subscribers, followers, even money!"
"Oh jeez" I muttered
"THEY'RE FUCKING FAKES" she screamed as security finally started to drag her away.
"let go of me! Don't even get me started on how the little slut slept with PJ. Yeah you heard me right, kickthepj"

At last security managed to get her out of the hall, but that wasn't the end of the tension. Faces turned to face us once more all bearing the same expression, that spoke for itself.
"Is that true?"