Troyler Oneshots (boyxboy)

Tilly

I shot up from my sleep, my lavender hair sticking in all directions, my body nearly trembling in fear.

Why am I afraid?

What is going on?

I look over to my night stand and press the home button on my phone. After mild blindness, I read the time
5:07.

Why the hell did I wake up at five o' freaking seven in the morning?!

Then, I hear something. Dishes clashing together in the kitchen, or is it the kitchen? It sounds as if it's right outside my door, but that's impossible, plus I live alone.

Is it a burglar?

I get up and grab the closest thing that could possibly resemble a weapon, a tissue box. Well, I guess I could poke them in the eye with it's corners.

"shit!" I hear someone try to whisper.

I tiptoe towards the door, cringing with every groan the wood makes beneath my foot.

Why is this place so damn loud!?

I reach out to the door knob, clutching my tissue box in my right hand, and slowly turn it. I try opening the door as quietly as possible, but of course it has to creak. I hear muffled whispers of people saying 'shh!'. I round the corner walking, quietly, down the hall way. I turn the next corner and see absolute pitch black. I feel the wall as I hear some quiet giggling. Finally finding the switch I quickly turn on the light.
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"SURPRISE!!" All of my friends come out of hiding and yell. I lower my tissue box and laugh. I look around and see my closest friends first, Korey Kuhl, Connor Franta, Joey Graceffa, Shane Dawson, and there, out of the corner of my eye, my one and only, Troye Sivan. He snakes his arms around my waist, and I turn around to see him.

"Happy birthday, Tilly."

I hug him and he whispers

"I love you."

And I whisper

"I love you more."
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A/N
Okay then, I wrote this on the same day as the last one, so I hope that it will go up on the same day, but with the kind of Internet I have right now, it's always a five or take 😔.
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