Distant Love

Chapter 2

My jaw was sitting on the floor. Troye had noticed me. Of all people. Me.

I kept watching the rest of his video, he never did answer any of my questions but at this moment I didn't care.

I stared at his profile reading 'Troye Sivan follows you' over and over. I found myself reading his very first tweets again and laughing at his sweet stupidity when my stomach rumbled. I managed to drag myself away from my phone and up out of bed just for food. I walked down the white hallway and into the open kitchen. I flinched and hid my face from the light entering the room. As my eyes finally adjusted I opened up the cupboard and reached in for Nutella.

"I should really watch my diet."

I starred down at the Nutella. All that sweet chocolatey goop. I shrugged my shoulders and walked back to my bedroom. I sat down on my bed and glanced up at my wall. I had one whole entire wall covered with pictures and quotes of Troye. I let out a small laugh as I opened my Nutella, "I need a life."

I scooped out a large amount of Nutella on my finger and began to indulge on its deliciousness whilst I grabbed my phone with my free hand. I unlocked it and went back on twitter. I noticed a little blue circle on my profile near 'Direct Messages' so I went ahead and clicked on it praying it wasn't one of those spam messages. I looked down at my phone in shock as I slowed down my pace of eating Nutella to a near stop. For the second time today my jaw dropped to the floor.

-Direct Messages-

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Troye Sivan: I just wanted to...

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I literally jumped up for where I was sitting and pounced of my bed screaming my lungs out. No one was home so I didn't care. I waved my hands up in the air and did a little dance. My beloved Troye was calling me from the wall so I ran up to the picture and kissed him, though I ran at the wall so fast I think I might have bruised my lips. I calmed down a notch and looked in the mirror, it honestly looked like someone had just been sucking my face off for the past hour.

"Oh god, I need to cover this before mum gets home."

Even though she'd be at the shops for hours, I searched for my foundation and carefully applied it. While I was at it I decided to practice my make-up, eye liner, shadow, etcetera.

I checked my phone for the time and half an hour had passed!

"SHIT! I NEED TO SEE WHAT TROYE SAID! OH GOD!"

It seemed like forever trying to unlock my phone and log into twitter once more. When I finally got there I read his Direct Message.

@troyesivan18

'hey, I know we don't really know each other, I mean you know me and I just read your tweets'

'I'm sorry I don't reply, people might see it as favoritism.'

'I'm not one to pick favourites but you're really sweet and well'

'wow he sends a lot of DMs. I like this Troye' I thought to myself.

'I thought maybe we could skype?'

'oh and'

'I just wanted to tell you, you're really gorgeous'

'kbye'

"What the fudge cakes just happened?" I said out loud.

I quickly began typing back, back spacing and re-typing multiple times when I finally sent through a few messages.

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Troye: kbye

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Troye omg, you've seen my tweets. that's so embarrassing.

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I would love to Skype you :)

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here's my Skype: poppy143

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and I'm not really gorgeous but thanks x

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I thought this was just a once off thing but he replied sooner than I thought.

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Troye: i'll add you now, are you free to Skype today?

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I had to quickly come up with something clever but that was after I finished screaming.

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yeah, i'm online right now. see you via the Internet soon :)

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"what. Poppy. what. YOUR ONE TRUE PARING IS GONNA SKYPE YOU" I talk to myself. So what. Troye was going to Skype me. We were going to have a conversation.