The thing about Troye

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When I finally decide to open my tired eyes, I'm met with the cutest thing I've seen in my life: Troye sleeping. I smile to myself and gently lift my head off his chest, then untangle our legs so I can sit up. I stare at his beautiful face in an awed manner for a minute or so. His dark, long eyelashes stood out from his milky white complexion, and his perfect pink lips made me want to kiss him.
"Troye," I place a kiss on the sleeping boy's forehead. When he doesn't stir, I frown.
"Troye," I kiss his nose.
"Troye."
I frown.
"Trrrooooyyeee..." I start to whine, poking at my boyfriend's face. In his sleep, the other senior makes a face.
In a fit of quiet giggles, I run my hand under the skinny teenager's shirt, causing a shiver, and then squeeze his sides, a victorious grin on my face.
Troye's eyes fly open and he lets out an unmanly squeak, shooting up and glaring at me. I wink at him with a loud unattractive laugh, and jump off the bed, out of his reach.
"Hey!" he shrieks, springing up and straightening his clothes.
"You little twink! Get back here!"

He stumbles out of the bed, barely escaping the clutches of the sheets, and chases after me. I know the chase won't last long- You see, the dorms are about the size of a janitor's closet.

Well, not really, but still.

I leap onto my own bed and roll, cocooning myself in the duvet. The brunette tackles me and I let out a surprised yell when I feel his weight on top of me.
"Tyyyyler," he whines, trying to unwrap me from my shelter. I burrow further into the covers and laugh at his groan of annoyance.
"Troyyyeee," I mock him. He gets off and I start to panic. Is he mad at me?
I wait for what seems like forever but I'm only greeted by silence.
I try to peek out of the blanket but suddenly I've lost grip of the fabric underneath me and I'm flipping midair, tumbling to the ground below.
Troye is standing at the foot of the bed; my duvet in his hands, laughing his ass off. My jaw unhinges and I stare at him in shock. My facial expression must have been pretty over the top, because he drops the comforter and holds his stomach, still laughing uncontrollably.
"You ass!" I yell, before breaking out into loud annoying laughter.
Against my half begrudging will, I find my feet stumbling over the mess of pillows on the floor, and my arms finding their way around the tall boy's waist, sending a dulling spark through me.
He hugs back until we stop giggling.
"Hey, ty?" He asks timidly.
I hum happily in reply, nuzzling into his chest a bit.
"I'm really glad we met."
"Me too."
"Also I know we only met a while ago, so if I ever make you uncomfortable, or if you decide you don't want me, tell me, okay?"
"Pffft, of course I will, but I don't think that'll happen. What a gentleman, Troye-boy."
"Whatever, I was just saying," he blushes, smiling at the floor.