Note: I'll be repeating this over the next ten or so chapters but we're going to be looking at some serious drama/heartbreak. I ask that you stick around because it will be worth it in the long run.
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Time: 6:24 pm.
Setting: Luke's Room. Room 343.
Luke: (shuts door behind him, staring at Troye who is sleeping on his bed) Troye.
Troye: (stirs, mumbling) Ashton?
Luke: No. It's Luke.
Troye: (sits up suddenly, blinks rapidly, focuses on Luke, brightens) Lucy! (gets out of bed, runs to him, stops himself before touching Luke) Hi. Where's Ashton?
Luke: (nods head towards the door) Outside. (studies Troye) Why are you here? Where's Tyler?
Troye: (beaming) Tyler's here, actually. He's sleeping off his jet lag from the plane ride here. As for why I'm here, I thought that was pretty obvious. (crosses arms, raising an eyebrow) You haven't answered my calls in almost seven months. I had no option but to haul my pretty white arse over here to talk to you.
Luke: (exasperated) You can't just fly fifteen thousand kilometers to see your ex, Troye!
Troye: (childish) Why not? You wouldn't talk to me. I had to come to you, obviously.
Luke: Do I really have to spell it out for you? (Troye is quiet, incredulous) You cheated on me!
Troye: (waves his hand in the air, nonchalant) You're still on about that?
Luke: (eyes bulge, groans) Ugh! You're impossible.
Troye: I'm sorry about, y'know, cheating on you. (pouts) But, honestly, did you really think it was working about between the two of us? I had to do something.
Luke: (shouting, incredulous) Couples' counseling, Troye! You don't go off and sleep with your fiancé's arch enemy!
Troye: Jeez. And I'm the sensitive one here.
Luke: (turns and bangs his head against the door) I hate you. You and Ashton both. You're all impossible.
Troye: (laughs) Speaking of the cutie-pie. Where is he?
Luke: (glaring) You're not sinking your pretty little claws into this one, Sivan.
Troye: (smirks) Or what? You'll deport me? I have dual citizenship, Lucifer.
Luke: (fierce) I'm serious, Troye. (weakly) Please. Don't.
Troye: (scoffs) I may be a cheater, but I ain't a man stealer.
Luke: He's not mine. He's straight. But...please, Troye.
Troye: (pouts) You really don't trust me? (smiles at Luke's blank stare) Right. (points to self) Cheater. (thumbs up) Got it.
QOTD: What is Troye playing at?
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