You and Me in the Old Jeep - TROYLER AU

Chapter Eight

err can't think of a song for the chapter oops i'll add one later

8

I woke up basked in mid-morning sunshine spilling in through my filmy curtains. My eyes fluttered open a little but when they were met with the battering assault of light I squeezed them shut again quickly, yawning,

I stretched slowly, flinging my legs out for good measure, when my foot touched hot skin that definitely wasn't mine. Tingles ran through my toes and I froze as the person beside me sighed and shifted, cracking open my eyes and squinting to make out the back of a man sleeping on the other side of my bed.

Then last night came rushing back to me, along with a killer headache. I didn't even have time to think about what to say to the stranger before I was forcing myself to my feet, pulling on boxers and stumbling into the kitchen for painkillers, nearly falling over a pile of hastily discarded clothes.

When I went back in the guy - I didn't think I'd even asked his name - was awake and fabulously naked. "Can I take a shower?" he asked, his voice gravelly. I winced at the sound and nodded. As he left I started to mechanically dress myself as I waited for the sunlight to become a little less blinding, and allowed myself to try and decipher the previous night.

There had been a lot of alcohol and a lot of dancing and then...then I'd had sex.

I rubbed his face wearily. Now, with the morning sobering him like a slap to the face, I wasn't sure why I'd taken the stranger home at all. It hadn't worked. I could still hear Troye's voice and I knew now that no amount of spirits would let me forget the younger boy's name.

I scowled at the ground. "Asshole." I muttered childishly.

The shower dripped to a halt and I heard some rustling and a couple soft thuds. The door opened and the stranger darted out, thankfully fully dressed, trailing water from his hair and attempting to conceal a bundle in his arms. He ran out of my house without another word before I could say anything.

"The fuck...?" I murmured to himself as I walked into the bathroom. I found the shelves bare, his cupboard open.

This motherfucker had stolen my fucking expensive hair products.

"Asshole!" I howled aloud again, but it wasn't directed at Troye this time, but at the still-open bedroom door. Of course, the thief would be long gone by now, but...I stomped to the front door and leaned out, looking both ways down the streets suspiciously before slowly closing the doors.

What a fucking perfect start to the day.

~later that day~

"You're kidding me."

"No, seriously. He took all of them."

"Oh my God." Korey explained, sharing a stunned and amused glance with his boyfriend Jacob. "What a prick."

Jacob laughed, his teeth blindingly white. I managed a smile back at him. I didn't know him that well, but he seemed almost too good to be true - a face that looked like a tanned, better version of a Ken doll and too nice. Korey was obsessed with him, and I was only staying away because he was taken.

And though he was nothing compared to Troye, my internal hot-guy-radar was going off uncontrollably.

We were having dinner in this really off-the-shoulder restaurant - the kind only native Californians go to, a place that could only really be described as hipsters. I mean, we were drinking out of mason jars, for crying out loud. It was my little slice of Tumblr on earth and I loved it. I had countless pictures of it on my photography blog - the rough red brick of the walls, the pale wood floorboards, even the grainy surface on the tables.

It was the very last place I expected to see Troye Sivan.But lo and be fucking hold, I looked up and there was his god-awful car parked out front and he was standing at the window, looking at the menu taped to the glass, wearing all black, looking positively flawless. He seemed part of the iconic skyline of palm trees behind him, effortlessly silhouetted against the sky that was slowly fading to pink.

The breath in my lungs left me with a whoosh and I was unable to tear my gaze away from him. How could someone look so perfect and live?

Troye's eyes met mine suddenly through the glass, a quick flick of cerulean irises up and down my face before he smiled with his teeth. I smiled back, but I was suddenly feeling guilty, like I'd cheated on him with the hair-product thief - but that was ridiculous. We weren't together. I swallowed hard and looked away as he came in, walking over to the table with his long legs and skinny jeans.

Korey and Jacob looked up with matching Cheshire grins as Troye introduced himself. "Hi," he said, wide blue eyes all adorably bright. "I'm Troye. Sorry to disturb, I'm a friend of Tyler's."

I wasn't going to let him get the better of me with his stupid cute face. "Hi," I said coolly, and Korey shot me a warning look.

"D'you want to join us? We were just about to order." he said, smiling at Troye, who shook his head.

"No, sorry, just scouting the place out for a friend." Troye turned to me. "But Tyler, we should meet up again soon."

I dug my nails into my arms, glaring at the mason jar I was drinking from. "Maybe," I muttered. This was the hardest thing I'd ever done. Why was this hard?

Troye sounded a bit disappointed when he replied, "Um, great. I'd better go...enjoy your dinner." I said a reluctant goodbye, echoed closely by Korey and Jacob, and just about managed to look up to see his car start up and pull out before Korey started on me.

"What the fuck, Tyler? Is this that toy you were annoyed about?"

"I don't understand," Jacob said, puzzled. "I thought he said he was your friend. Why were you so short with him?"

Korey was glaring at me. "Because Tyler's only friends with him to get in his pants." he snapped, not tearing his gaze away from me to even look at Jacob. "Isn't that right, Tyler?"

I didn't know what to say, because to deny that would be admitting a lie I'd made to myself. "It's not like that," I said weakly, and Korey snorted.

"So do you care about him, then?" he said. "Go on. Answer."

Again, there were several seconds of silence before I managed to capture all my thoughts. "It's not like that," I said again, and Korey rolled his eyes.

"Then what is it like? It's like you're -" Korey cut off abruptly as Jacob began to sketch a smooth circle across the back of his hand with his thumb, before moving his hand up Korey's arm to his shoulder, pulling Korey into his side briefly before releasing him.

"Don't," Jacob said lightly, eyes flicking to mine to emphasize his point.

Korey relaxed and the evening went on like nothing was wrong - and I pushed down everything inside me for like, the tenth time that week.

It was getting crowded down there.

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