The Youtuber Inn

"They certainly aren't pictures of fucking maple leaves"

(Troye's POV)
January 3, 9:00 am

"Troye."
I woke up to the sound of a broken voice quietly saying my name.

"Troye, Troye wake up." The voice repeated. I kept my eyes shut, refusing to wake.

"Troye." The voice grew louder.

"Troye, please wake up." The voice grew stronger.

"Troye, WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!" I heard a smash, and my eyes popped open.

I sat up to see Tyler, who had just thrown his mug against the wall, his face bright red and lined with long tear streaks.
And then I saw the rest of the room.

Everywhere I looked was me. Me and Connor. Connor and I. Connor and I kissing.

"Tyler-"

"What was the point of this?" Tyler said, looking me directly in the eyes.

"I mean, what could you have possibly gained from this? Do you think it'd make me jealous? What did you think when you did this?"

I shook my head. I couldn't take this. He looked and sounded so hurt, so broken. How did this even happen?

"Tyler, I swear I, I didn't do this, I-"
Tyler's chuckle cut me off.

"Troye if you didn't do this then who the fuck did?"

"It-it had to have been connor, I stayed in his room the other night and I guess we just-"

"I don't wanna hear it. Just, please leave, Troye."

I swallowed my tears and slammed the door on the way out, marching over to Connor's room. Even with the others jammed into my throat, new tears formed and poured from my eyes as I walked.

I quickly swiped my multi-room key across the sensor, then swung open the door with rapid force.

Connor's sat shirtless on his bed, his laptop resting on his hips. His eyes met mine. He moved his laptop and rose from the bed, approaching the door.

"Troye, are you-"

"YOU PRICK." I shouted. I struck my hand across his face, leaving a large red spot.

"Jesus, Troye! What was that?"

"Don't fucking play dumb, connor. I know you put up those pictures."

"What pictures?"

"The ones of you and I making out? They're all over my fucking hotel room, Connor!"

"Troye, I swear, I have no idea what you're talking about. Why would I put those pictures up?"

"Because you're jealous?!?! I don't fucking know, Connor, but they certainly aren't pictures of fucking maple leaves and coffee. If you weren't happy about me not liking you back, you could've just fucking talked to me about it, not ruin my entire relationship with the one person I really, truly care about."

That last one hurt him. I could see it in his eyes.

"You should've stayed in the fucking closet."
The words slipped out in the deepest, most evil version of my voice I had ever heard. I couldn't believe what I said. But then again, I couldn't believe what he did.

Connors eyes grew red and teary. He clasped his hand over his mouth, and the door slammed in my face.

Well fuck.

(K. bE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR THE NEXT JUST VISITING CHAPTER IT'S GONNA BE V V GOOD. Ily all special thanks to SplatPhan for always commenting like 20 times its like my favorite thing. Sorry about my message i posted that's a lie im gonna keep updating I was just really sad at the moment and thought there was no purpose in continuing them. Ily all mua)