Valentine (troyler AU)

Chapter Twenty-Five

im sorry for this entire chapter omg its all over the place and crazy but also kinda funny idek I hope you enjoy gbye

Tyler’s pov 

The counter was cold against my face where it was pressed against the marble. After Troye had snagged the shower I’d marched into the kitchen and threw myself onto the counter. I hadn’t bothered to clean up any of the mess on the counter either, instead just lying in it and letting even more of the filth soak into my skin. I could always go upstairs and take a shower in Troye’s parents room, but I wasn’t exactly comfortable with doing that. Troye probably could’ve taken a shower there, but it was too late now. And I could still follow Dan’s suggestion of taking a shower with Troye, although he might find that a little weird. Plus who knows if I would get incredibly turned on and accidentally suck his dick or something. No, showering with Troye was not an option.

“That is so gross,” Dan said, venturing into the kitchen after me. He gestured in my general direction.

“I have feelings, you know,” I said, pouting. It occurred to me that I could lick the whipped cream off the counter without moving anything except my tongue, but I refused to let myself stoop that low. At least when Dan was here anyway. 

“I meant the counter and the kitchen in general,” he responded, stepping forward to swipe some whipped cream off a cabinet. He stuck the finger in his mouth, removing the sugary substance from his finger. “And I can’t believe you wasted all this whipped cream!”

I shrugged, or tried to at least, as a sigh left my mouth. The movement of my shoulders caused a cascade of cream to fall to the floor, making a gross sound as it hit the floor. I truly did feel disgusting with all of this food on me, and the sooner I could get it off the better. Oh what Troye would do if I barged into the bathroom and demanded a shower right that second. He’d most likely scream, maybe he’d throw a towel at me. Whatever damage he could do probably wasn’t more than the amount of enjoyment that I’d get out of it.

“So you and Phil, huh?” I said suddenly, and Dan blushed.

“Uh, yeah, I guess, yeah. Yes,” he stuttered, and a smile found my face. 

“Have you had sex yet?” I pried, and was greeted by Dan looking affronted, as well as astonished. 

“Why does everyone keep asking that?” He demanded. “No, we have not.” Just then a loud ding sounded from the room over, and I met Dan’s gaze questioningly.

“Was that your phone?” I asked, and Dan nodded slowly. 

“Yeah, why?” He said, watching as I rolled off the counter and flopped onto the floor, sending whipped cream everywhere as I landed. I jumped up immediately, sprinting (which could also be described as a hurried, whipped cream covered, wobble) towards the entryway. Dan called my name from behind me, but I ignored him. I quickly spotted his phone, snatching it off the table.

“Phil texted you!” I called, swiping across the screen and typing in the familiar password with ease. 

“What did he say?” Dan said, appearing in the doorway.

“He wants to know when you’ll be back?” I said questioningly. It now occurred to me that I didn’t know where Dan had even come from, or if he’d been at his house at all. He’d come asking for flour, and now Phil was expecting him back. Were Troye and I not the only ones who’d been baking today? 

“Oh, uh, I don’t know what he means,” Dan said shyly, looking towards his feet. I rolled my eyes at him. Was it was possible that all the acting that Dan had done, pretending like he and Phil weren’t dating, was still a habit of his? I casually walked to the bathroom down the hall, opening the door and locking it behind me. I still had Dan’s phone, which was on purpose of course.