Valentine (troyler AU)

Chapter Thirty

wowza thirty chapters holy cow congrats me

Troye’s pov 

I yawned widely, staring out the window in disinterest as I waited for Tyler to text me back. It’d been nearly twenty minutes since I’d texted him, and yet he still hadn’t answered. I’d watched as the little tick was checked off next to my text, indicating that it had been read. I only wondered why Tyler would read my text but not respond. It was pretty rude of him to leave me hanging like that too, feeling tired and anxious. 

I’d considered just trying to forget about it and go back to sleep, but that was the hard part. The only reason I’d texted Tyler in the first place was because I couldn’t sleep, and now I was starting to wonder if I’d angered him by texting him. Maybe he really hadn’t been awake yet, and my text had woken him up. I knew that if that was the case it was likely for him to be mad, but I had been willing to risk it when I clicked send on my text, knowing that his sound was most likely on. Although now that he was seemingly ignoring me, I was starting to rethink my decision of sending him that text. Perhaps I should’ve taken his rest into more serious consideration?

In the past whenever I couldn’t sleep I would text Tyler. It was all that I knew and what I was used to. Sometimes he wouldn’t respond, either because his sound was down or I hadn’t managed to wake him up with my texts, which were sometimes insistent. But most of the time I would wake him up, and occasionally he would already be awake, sometimes having trouble sleeping as well. And it wasn’t like I texted Tyler each time I had trouble sleeping, because it happened more often than he probably thought. I only texted him when I couldn’t sleep if it was really bad, or sometimes if I was extremely bored and thought he wouldn’t mind.

That was one of the reasons why I loved having sleepovers with Tyler. Whenever we were together I managed to sleep soundly, not so much as a dream to disturb my sleep. The fact that I always slept so well when I was with him no doubt led him to believe that I had nights like that pretty often, which was only half true. My sleepless nights were pretty frequent, and seemingly without pattern.

Each time I had one it filled me with dread. I’d spend the night lying there, tired but unable to sleep, until I eventually gave up and got on my laptop, having nothing better to do. These were the days where I was usually the most tired, although I would always make sure to cover the bags under my eyes with Sage’s eye cream. It was truly lucky to have a sister with foundation when you were a part time insomniac.

So having Tyler over, or escaping to his house, was nothing short of a blessing. And my parents seemed to understand that, or at least accept it. That’s why they were never angry when one of us spent the occasional night at the other’s house, knowing that I was sure to get a good amount of sleep. I’d brought up the irregularity of my sleeping pattern to them before, but that hadn’t known what exactly to do. We’d tried sleeping pills and tea, even herbs, but none of that seemed to help. I think they thought that it was getting better, and I guess it was, with all the sleepovers I’d been having lately. 

My eyes widened as two bright beams of light swept over the driveway, flooding the front yard in a washed out, yellow light. I stared out the window in confusion, wondering who could possibly be here so early in the morning. Even as I questioned who it was the realization overcame me, and I smiled down at the car. It was too dark to see exactly what the car looked like, but if I squinted then I could make out the familiar shape. It was the car of none other than Tyler, and I shook my head, knowing that he was such a dork.

I scrambled around my room, pulling on clothes at random before I rushed to the bathroom, looking in the mirror and trying to fix the curly disaster that was my hair. I brushed my hands through it a couple times until it looked satisfactory, and sprinted back to my room, not noticing as my hair flopped straight back to the way it’d looked before, tangled and messy and in my eyes.