Inter-Crisis

Maltesers

Tyler was confused.
He didn't quite understand what on EARTH O.H. Stood for.
Orange Hankercheif?
Open Harmony?
Oasis Hotdog?

Wait. It can't be.
Tyler remembered that Marzia had
something similar to that written on her wrist.

But forget that,Troye needed help.
Tyler's head had been dying to find out what was wrong.

He was so happy when his fans had showered him with smiles and hugs.

Oh yeah,right!

Alfie hadn't agreed with him.
Tyler never noticed how sensitive Troye was.
It made him like Troye just a little more. It made him,cuter.

"Hey,Troye?"

"What?"

Troye asked in a slightly deeper voice,he had been asleep for twenty minutes and the radio had been off for even longer.

"Is there any way I can help y-"

"Listen,Tyler,I don't want everyone trying to help me like this!"

Tyler saddened up.

"I'm sorry."

Troye had squeezed his hands together,
and his foot repetitively tapped on the floor of the car,and his sweater sleeves wrinkled in his hands,just the thoughts wrinkled in his head.

"I am over reacting."

Troye had lifted up from his slouch and tried to maintain all of the emotion showing through his eyes.

"I just....I-I don't quite understand what is happening in my head right now."

Tyler instantly built up with fear,the silence killed him,because HE knew,that twice as many words were happening up inside Troye's head.
What does it mean?

"Tyler,can I ask you a question?"

Tyler was ready to help and be a part of this.

"Ask away,"

"Well....I really like some one and I want to tell them,but I also want to tell them that they can be a little over-protective sometimes...towards me."

Tyler's heart dropped.
Troye likes someone.
And he knew it wasn't him.
Tyler had always had feelings for Troye.
*keep it together...just....answer his question..*

"I would..."

*great*
Tyler thought.
He was sweating,and he croaked just saying 'I'.

"I would try to tell them when it's appropriate. Not too soon,or at the wrong time. When you two are comfortable enough to express feelings."

"Okay,uh..thanks."

Tyler's head was spinning.
He really DID like Troye.
The fact that Troye likes someone else
kills him.
He was having a good-guy/bad-guy
battle in his head.

One side telling him that Troye likes him.
One side saying he doesn't.

Tyler was so stressed,he didn't watch were he was driving.
Suddenly,
"TYLER WATCH IT!"
Troye shouted and Tyler woke up from the real life horror story in his head.

They bumped into a black minivan.

Tyler got out of the car,with the black minivan and the small Hyundai pulled over at the side of the road.

"Oh gosh,I am SO SORRY!ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

Tyler asked,as two men with short dark hair had stepped out.
One in an all black outfit.
The other in a plaid tshirt.
It was Dan and Phil.

"We are alright,calm down Tyler!"
Dan said,in a bit of shock.
"What happened,Tyler? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Tyler didn't see a ghost.
Tyler was a ghost to Troye.

Troye had called roadside assistance to tow the two busted cars.
"I will call Ian and Anthony to pick us up,"
Tyler said,still pale as snow.

"Well THIS pisses me off,"
Dan said sulking.
"Dan,no need to get rowdy,we will be okay."

"No we won't!Anthony and Ian are probably already over half way to the hotel! No need rescuing us now."
Phil adjusted the llama hat and walked into the car.

"PHIL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Dan yelled.

Phil came out with his leather brown messenger bag and scavenged through the ocean of papers.
He pulled out a bag of Maltesers which Dan didn't notice for Phil hid it behind his back.

He walked up to Dan and flashed it in his face,trying to get Dan's attention.
Dan looked at Phil with a sarcastic expression,and then smiled.
He blushed,and thought to himself.
*god...*
*i love him*

Roadside assistance had come to tow the cars and after an hour past,Ian and Anthony arrived in a white van to pick up the four.

"Thanks,man!"
Tyler said and patted Ian,the driver,on his back.

And in the moment,
Tyler was flustered.
Troye was relieved.
Phil was just being Phil.
And Dan was eating Maltesers.