Do I Wanna Know? (Troyler) [ON HOLD]

Everything Is Embarrassing

Tyler's POV

I walked into the Starbucks where I first saw the boy with the intoxicating blue eyes. I shuffled into line, ready for some caffeine. I had walked from campus with Zoe but she had disappeared. She was probably out searching for furniture for her and Alfie's new apartment. They just moved about a month back. Caspar and Joe moved into an apartment complex near theirs last week.
My arrival at the front of the line shook me from my thoughts, as I had to order. While I was reciting my order, I felt a Beyonce-like presence enter the small shop. Strutting through the door like a fucking male model was none other than Troye, and damn did he look good. He was wearing a maroon sweater, with black jeans that lengthened his stick-thin legs, and platform booties. And the cherry on top of the already sexy cake was that he was sporting a bowler had which allowed some of his chocolate brown hair to peek out.
Any type of air left in my lungs was stolen from me with one glance into those eyes. My eyes followed him as he approached the counter just a foot away from me.
The barista cleared her throat and shot me a small apologetic smile. I quickly peeked at Troye to make sure he hadn't caught me staring, scared my creepiness would be exposed. Troye caught my eyes and let out a chuckle, his eyes twinkling. Flustered, I felt a blush creep across my cheeks as I stared at the counter. I stuttered out the rest of my order and scurried to wait for my order.
As I waited, I scanned the shop for anything to take my mind off Troye. But he chose that moment to let a a giggle at the barista's who was currently serving him words. My heart exploded at the adorable sound. Sure, Troye was annoying that one night, but everyone deserves second chances, right? Especially angels like Troye. He had been focused on what was best for me and, even though it pissed me off, it was sweet. I mean, I would've been totally okay with the whole thing if I woke next to a god like him. But I guess that's in the past now.
"Tyler." I jump at the sound of my name, shaking off my crazy thoughts. I grabbed my breakfast and sat at an empty table. For the hundredth time that day, Troye consumed my thoughts.
Someone like Troye doesn't end up with people like me. It sounds cliche but it's true. I spend most of my Friday's with Wattpad, Tumblr, and Youtube. Troye probably spends his getting the fourth letter of the alphabet. I only spoken to him like three times and I was drunk the whole time.
I ate slowly, finally focusing on the food and coffee in front of me. I took out my phone and scrolls through my Tumblr feed, careful to keep my phone angled to where no one could see it. A few minutes passed, and Troye hurriedly scurried out of the door.
The barista Troye was chatting with approached my table, set a drink down, and then quickly walked back to the counter. I grabbed the cup and inspected it before noticing familiar handwriting printed on the cup.
It read :
"I'm too awkward to say you're cute to
your face so here's this cup"