Better Together (Troyler AU)

Chapter Two

Tyler's POV

I wake up by the sound of my alarm clock next to my ear. I turn it off with an annoyed huff and play with the idea of letting myself fall back into the pillows until I realize what day it is. Today is the day I'm meeting Troye Sivan! And it's already 8:00am! I jump out of my bed and nearly stumble over the bags I put down next to the bed yesterday. After getting ready in the bathroom I quickly grab a snack from one of the cupboards in the kitchen to eat on my way to the airport. I put on my shoes and leave the house just in time to see Korey's car coming around the corner of the street. I wave wildly and he grins back rolling down the window.

"Hey Ty! Jump in, the plane takes off in 30 minutes!" I grab my bags and hurry over to the car where I throw my stuff in the luggage space and let myself fall into the passenger's seat. "Are you excited?", Korey asks with a smirk on his face. What a stupid question. "No, not at all. I mean, why should I be excited before meeting my celebrity crush in person?", I answer sarcastically before I notice how sassy that sounded. We both start laughing about the absolutely obvious situation. The drive takes only about 10 minutes, thanks to the convenient location of my apartment. When we arrive at the airport I hug Korey goodbye and hurry towards the building to catch my flight. "Have fun, Ty!", I hear him shout from the car behind my. I don't bother turning around, instead yelling a very loud "Thank you, honey! I will!", causing several people in the parking lot to stare at me. I don't care as I have plenty of things to worry about, for example my flight in 15 minutes.

When I'm finally letting myself fall into my seat, I eventually feel able to relax. After the safety instructions have ended, I take my phone out of the pocket, pluck in my headphones and set my phone on shuffle mode. The first song that comes on is Happy Little Pill by Troye Sivan. (Oh, that coincidence...)

I see that a movie, The Lion King, is playing on the little screen above my head but I'm not quite attentive enough to concentrate on the happening. Apart from that, I already know the movie by heart. Somewhen in the meantime I must have fallen asleep because when I open my eyes, we've already landed at LAX and the passengers are leaving the plane. I get up from my seat, pick up my carry-on baggage and step on the stairs leading to the tarmac.

Leaving the airport building, I realize that I have absolutely no clue where I have to go. I need a direction. I'm starting to panic slightly when suddenly an idea pops into my mind. I dig for my phone in the bag and as soon as I'm holding it in my hand, I quickly dial Korey's number. Please pick up, please pick up. My thoughts seem to have been heard because after the fifth ring I hear the line cracking and Korey answers. "Hey buddy, what's up? No, actually, don't answer that question because I don't really have the time for a phone call right now. Sorry, what's the issue? Can I help you?" He sounds hectic and I immediately feel bad for calling when I realize he must be at work. "Sorry for calling right now but I need the address for the interview or I'll be in trouble. It seems like you forgot to give it to me this morning", I answer. I can't help myself blaming him for bringing me into this situation and making me the nervous wreck I am right now. But I'm not angry, just a little upset so when he promises to send me a text with the address of the studio, I let him get away with it.

Now having a destination and having called a taxi service, I'm eventually capable of calming myself a little. But with every minute passing, I'm closer to losing my temper. When the taxi arrives, I pass the address to the driver and tell him to speed up, knowing that I'm already being late for the interview.

When the taxi finally turns into the right street (I can tell it's the right one because I can see the studio), I'm nothing but a nervous wreck in the backseat. "There we are, mister.", the driver announces and checks how much I have to pay. "18$, please"