Living in his shadow (Troyler AU)

Prologue

-Troye's POV-

Why is Connor better then me at everything? Stupid older twin. I'm tired of living in his shadow. I joined the swim team, he's captain of the swim team. I'm trying out for the soccer team, so you know what he did? Yeah, you guessed it he's trying out too. We're currently lined up with around 20 other boys, each of us have to try to make a goal. Only the best of us will make it onto the team for this season.

"Mellet!" The coach yelled. I awkwardly stepped forward, slowly stepping closer to him.

"Not you, your brother." I stepped back into the line, watching as Connor stepped forward. He shot me a smile, waving at me. I ignored my twin whom is constantly being held on a higher pedestal. He walked up to the soccer ball, waiting a moment before kicking it as far as he could. He got it right in the goal, I bet the goalie just sucks. Yeah, that's why. The coach wrote down something on his clipboard, gesturing for Connor to sit down on the bleachers along with all the other boys who've already hit the ball.

"Other Mellet!" The coach pointed at me, gesturing for me to step forth. I walked up right beside him.

"Its Troye." I corrected the rude coach.

"C'mon Troye! You can do it!" My 'perfect' twin cheered me on from the sidelines. I tried my hardest to ignore him, focusing solely on the soccer ball lying inches in front of my feet. I took a deep breath, swung my leg backwards then let it hit the ball. It didn't go very far, stopping nearly halfway to the goal.

"Can I please try again?" I took a quick glance at the intimidating coach.

"I don't think that you're quite cut out for this sport." He wrote something down on the black clipboard that hung from his large hands. I shook my head, looking down at the patchy grass in shame. I began walking away from everyone, I walked off the field.

"Troye! Wait up." Connor tugged on my arm, stopping me from going back into the boys locker room.

"What?" I shouted. I almost never yell, but I'm sick of this. I'm sick of being treated this way. I hate being known as 'Connor's twin' I'am my own person.

"Don't listen to Coach Morris, he's just being a jerk. He had no right to treat you so unfairly." Connor explained, trying to cheer me up. I failed. I don't think I'm anyone's favorite twin. But really, who could blame them when Connor is so much better at everything compared to me? Dad always plays catch with him, while I'm stuck baking cookies with mom.

"Just go away. I just want to be alone." I sat down on the changing bench, closing my eyes tightly to suppress the tears that were bound to fall at any moment. I felt two arms being wrapped around me.

"Okay, later lil bro." He messed up my hair, then walked away.

"Shut up." I mumbled, mostly to myself. I rested my hands on my knees, my head in my hands. I allowed a few tears to fall from my eyes, dampening my cold cheeks. I shivered a little, I knew I should've worn a sweater today. Mom just always has to be right.

"Hey, I don't know if you saw me, but uh, I'm the team captain and I was sitting in the bleachers.. I saw what happened, what coach Morris did wasn't fair. I convinced him to give you another chance." I opened my eyes, looking up at the short blonde haired boy standing in front of me.

"Really? Oh my god, thank you so much.." Did I get his name yet?

"Tyler. And you are?" He stuck his hand out to shake mine. I accepted it.

"I'm Troye, with an e." I like this kid, he seems nice.

"Troye with an e, that's a cool name. Connor is your twin brother, right?" He smiled softly.

"Yeah, he is." I spaced out for a moment.

"We better get back out there." Tyler grasped onto my wrist, leading me back outside where people were still lined up. "Good luck." Tyler gave me a thumbs up, walking over to the bleachers and situating himself beside Connor.

"Thanks." I mumbled once he was out of hearing range. I stepped up beside coach Morris, I gave him a light tap on the shoulder.

"Hurry up, Mellet." He sounded so uninterested in me being here. Why in gods name would the school hire a coach like this to teach middle school boys? Jeez.

This time around I blocked out everything going on around me, it's just me the ball and the goal. I pulled my foot back, kicking it with just the right amount of force. I sent the ball flying past the goalie. My eyes widened once I realized that I did that, I made a goal. I Troye Mellet am not a complete failure.

"Nice." Coach Morrison patted me on the back, writing something down on his clipboard. Connor hopped off the bleachers, running at me. Oh no. I flinched as he pounced me to the ground.

"Connor! Get off me." I struggled against his grip.

"That was amazing!" He shouted, pinning my arms above my head and straddling my hips at the same time. I shoved him off of me, pinning him down to show him just how it feels to be the weaker one. He laughed at my failed attempt at pinning him down. He tickled me, causing me to shriek and run around the field.

"Mom is gonna be so proud of us!" He shouted, running after me.

"Who said that I even made the team?" I glanced back at him, still running.

"Trust me, Troye, you made the team." Connor slowed down, now just walking towards me.

"Shut up." I smiled, messing up his hair. He may be a pain in the butt, but he's still my brother and I love him.

"I just know that you two will be great teammates." Tyler approached us. I chuckled, slowly shaking my head side to side.

"I just know that you'll be a great team captain." I lightly punched him in the shoulder. Tyler looked down, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. He punched my shoulder back.

"Hey, I'm still here." Connor butted in, laughing.

"Say, who's older?" Tyler looked between me and Connor.

"I'am, by 2 minutes." Connor wore a smug smile. Dude, it's just two freaking minutes.. get off your high horse.

"Mmm I assumed that you were older." Tyler nodded, a small smirk evident on his features.

"My maturity and success must've given it away." Connor chuckled, his eyes crinkling slightly at the sides.

"Yeah.. That's what gave it away." Tyler over dramatically rolled his big blue eyes.

"Our mom is picking us up soon, So I guess we'll see you around." I waved goodbye to Tyler, slowly walking further away from him.

"Okay, uh bye!" He waved back to me. Connor stayed talking to him for a bit longer. I sighed, changing out of my athletic clothing in the boys locker room.

"Tyler seems like a cool dude, we should invite him over some time." Connor walked up beside me, shamelessly taking off his shirt and shorts. He changed into his regular clothes.

"Sounds good to me.." Why must my thoughts wander to what Tyler was wearing? I'm a weirdo. No wonder he prefers talking to Connor rather then me. I wonder if he'd even consider hanging out with me. I hope he would, I really need some friends. Cause how else will I survive middle school without being in a clique? I have no idea.

Wait, I could befriend Tyler and become friends with his friends. I should've thought of this earlier. It actually isn't a bad idea. I think Tyler and I will make fast friends.

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A/N

I hope you enjoyed the prologue for living in his shadow.

What'd you think of it? Are you excited? I sure as hell am.
Okay bye! Xx Rachel.

P.S someone please make me stop writing soo many new fics.. I'm nuts.. Bye for realz now.

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