Queue Avenue

If You Were (Also) Gay

It'd been almost a month since Dan had moved in, and he was pleased to find that he was actually enjoying himself on Queue Avenue. Phil turned out to not be a serial killer, or even a mild creep; he was a wonderful guy, and if Dan was honest, he was just a little twitterpated. That wasn't something he chose to dwell on, though; nothing ruined a living arrangement faster than an unrequited crush, and he couldn't see what a guy like Phil would see in him beyond being a nice friend anyway, so he let himself have that and nothing more, and found he was at least almost content.

Beyond Phil, the buildings other occupants were great too. It turned out Duncan's wife, Mimei, was absolutely awesome, as were Dan and Phil's downstairs neighbors, Troye and Tyler. The pair of them had been friends since high school, and though Dan couldn't see how they got along with the huge personality gap and seemingly biweekly quarrels, they were pretty much inseparable.

The only person in the building Dan hadn't quite gotten to know was PJ- owner of the penthouse upstairs. He'd met him only once, on the stairs, when PJ had almost knocked him over. He'd muttered an apology and continued up, but Dan had made sure to ask Ian about him when he got to the lobby.

"Oh, that guy." had been his reply, with a slight smile. "PJ. He's a weird dude, but he's okay. A filmmaker of some kind, supposedly. Weird ass actors go up normal,looking, and come down blue or covered in flower or something all the time. Personally," he leaned close to Dan, like he was sharing a secret. "I think he makes porn."

Anthony had come up in that moment, hitting him in the back of the head. "He doesn't make porn." he said to Dan, as Ian mouthed 'pornographer'. Dan hadn't gone out of his way to make contact with him since then.

Even with that, though, Queue was great, and Dan was thoroughly enjoying himself there.

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Troye, on the other hand, wasn't enjoying much of anything. Everything in his life was stable, and it was nice, but he felt a little like he was lying to the world. One would think that coming out wouldn't be a big deal when your best friend was as Out And Proud as Tyler seemed to be, but that apparently wasn't true. Troye had been in the closet for years, and it just seemed easier to stay there- not that he really planned on it. He just... never actively tried not to be.

At the moment, he was curled up on the one dinky couch that was in their apartment, trying to catch up on his reading, when Tyler entered the apartment as he entered pretty much everything: with flair. "Oh my god, Troye, you will not believe what happened to me on the Subway this morning." he said, flopping down on the couch like it was nothing, and throwing his legs across Troye's lap like it was even less than that. "This guy, right? He was smiling at me, and talking to me."

"Mmhm." Troye just kept reading; Tyler had stories like this everyday, almost.

"- And he was like, being really friendly." Tyler went on. "I'm pretty sure he was coming on to me, like he thought that I was gay."

Troye tensed, and then relaxed. He wasn't being singled out, he knew; Tyler was just talking about some random dude. "Tyler, you are gay." he sighed, pushing his friend's feet off of him and standing. "Why're you telling me this? It doesn't really matter- what did you have for lunch today?"

Tyler stood too, walking over to him with his hands on his hips. That was a trouble pose; that meant "boy, we are having a talk now". "You don't need to get all defensive about-"

"I'm not getting defensive!" Troye snapped, before realizing his slip and sighing. "Look, I don't really wanna hear about some other guy you met, not today. I'm trying to read."

"Well I didn't mean anything by it, Troye; I just think it's something we should be able to talk about." Tyler was pouting now. It was almost cute, but right now, it was mostly infuriating.

"I don't want to talk about it Tyler, this conversation is over." Troye wasn't about o do this again; he knew all too well where it was going.

"Yeah, but Troye-"

"Over!"

Tyler sighed. "Okay, alright." There was a pause. "But, I just want you to know-" And here it came. "If you're gay, man, I'm the literal last person who would judge you for it. I know you've said things before, about questioning it, and you know I'm here for you. I always will be- you're my best friend. You were there when I came out, and you were my main bro through it, and I'll be yours, yeah?"

"Tyler, please, I just want to read-" Troye was cut off with a 'shhshh' and a flapping hand from Tyler.

"I'm happy just being with you, man. It doesn't matter to me what you do in bed with guys."

Troye gagged. "Tyler that is gross!"

"No it's not! You're cute as hell, and if you wanna take your twink ass down and get some-"

"Do not finish that!" Troye cried, covering his ears. "My twink ass will get nothing. Nothing. Go away, I'll be in my room reading, good bye."

He ran off before Tyler could say anything else, sighing as he shut the door behind himself and sliding down against it. Tyler was right, of course; he could come out at any time, be accepted, maybe get a chance to- he cut himself off, shaking his head. No. Not now. He'd let everything settle down more, then he'd do it. For sure.

(Deep down, though, he wasn't so sure.)

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A/N: What the fuck is this. What the fuck. Two chapters in one night? Whaaaat. There's your castings, yall! Some other YouTubers may make cameos- I already have requests- but you've got your core cast there. We'll be back to Dan and Phil in the next chapters, the songs in order being Everyone's A Little Bit Racist (or Not Everyone Is A Tumblr SJW, for our purposes), Purpose, and The Internet Is For Porn. Til next time, follow me on tumblr @ howltertop for updates, more phan, and maybe more fic ideas!