Inter-Crisis

Red Sweatpants

Author's note...
Hello,readers!
Sorry to throw off anyone reading,but I will be writing the rest of the book POV style,which means I will take a character,like Zoe for example,and narrate the entire chapter in her point of view,which is what POV stands for.
Hope you enjoy,bye!

*Tyler's POV*

Well...I am a fool,aren't i?
Why do I ALWAYS have to stutter so much,and blush,and just..
I think I lost it there.

...

I mean,Troye didn't say he disliked
me,did he?No.
Then I need to calm the fuck down.
Just forget about it.
Forget any of that ever happened.
It's all good.

I looked over to see Troye staring out the window again. Ian and Anthony are in the front row of the car,Phil and Dan in the back row,and I am stuck in the middle with the one I love.

I pulled my phone out of my front pocket of my bright blue jeans and my earbuds too,and shuffle played my playlist,"Feeling Good"
Maybe that will get things off my mind.

The first song was "Do What U Want"
By Lady GaGa and I jammed to that.
I think Dan caught me humming.
But then "Happy Little Pill" came on,and it reminded me of Troye so I took off my headphones and looked out the window again.

I have lots of things on my mind.
Gosh..the Chinese food had me stuffed...
Hey...wait!
What did those letters on the receipt mean?
Maybe I could ask Marzia.
Maybe she will know.

We arrived at a hotel in Las Vegas,the same one Dan and Phil were staying in.
"Dan,Dan! Wake up!"
Phil said to Dan,shaking his arm to wake him up.
"We're here," and Dan opened his eyes and noticed he had fallen asleep on Phil's lap the entire time

We all walked in after we parked our car, and I pulled out the Chinese Take Out receipt,to go and talk to Marzia,or anyone who knew.

"Did you leave any bags in the car?" Ian asked Anthony.
"No,"
God dammit. I did..
I thought.
I can just get it all later. No worries.

We rented five rooms for the days we were staying.
Each person had to share with someone else.
Zoe with Alfie,
Ian with Anthony,
Felix with Marzia,
Dan with Phil,
And I share a room with Troye.
*insert sarcastic yay sound here*

As we carried our luggage through the elevator, the dull 60's music was playing, and I looked over to see Alfie shuffling his hands to the beat. I joined along,and it was just a big old laugh.

We made it to the fourth floor, and I stepped out into the quiet hallway,with the red floral designed carpet and the beige walls with lamps and plants here and there.

I held my room pass and looked for Troye and I's room,and Phil was the first to find his. "Room 412,Room 412..." I mumbled. Turns out,our room was right next to Phil's,Zoe's and Alfie's room was straight across,and Ian and Anthony's was a couple down on the other side, closer to Felix's room.

I put my pass into the handle of the door handle,it scanned,then let us into the room.The walls were a peaceful beige,the room was rectangular, there were two king sized beds, a nightstand with a lamp in the middle of the beds, the floor carpet was white. And across the beds there was a Tv with a stand.

I turned to my right to see the bathroom, it was a mirror and sink,and then the actual thing with the shower was next to it,but with a door so no one could freely examine you taking a crap in the middle of washing their hands.

I put my bags against the wall, and Troye did too. I closed the door,and grabbed my Pj's to go into the bathroom and change. It was very nice looking,with white tile floors,and a GREAT shower with a bathtub and your average hotel toilet.

My pajamas were red sweatpants and a random hot topic t-shirt. Troye went into the bathroom to change afterwards,and I pulled out my phone.
It was opened up to my YouTube channel,for whatever reason,but after a couple minutes,it glitches,and I jump a bit. I checked my battery,maybe it ran out. Nope. 88%.

Troye came out of the bathroom with his black sweatpants and his grey sweater,with Cookie Monster socks under the sags of the pants practically
draping over his feet. He slipped a little bit,and then caught himself. We made awkward eye contact,then laughed.

"I'm sorry I have been sulky, and been acting like I have puberty all over again for the past couple hours," Troye said,walking to my bed,and sat down beside me.

"It's alright,Troye."

I said. God. I am so glad he's smiling.
He's not sulking.
He's not looking at a window.
He's looking at me.

"I promise,it's gonna be fine Tilly,"
Troye said to me,and held my hand.
HOLY MOTHER OF MONKEY TITS
HE IS HOLDING MY HAND.

I am so relieved. The great thing about being friends with Troye is that he can put a smile on your face in a split second, but you have to be careful because anything could remove his even faster.