The Youtuber Inn

Let's Go to the Bea-each Let's Go Get Away

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(Tyler's POV)

"Tyluhhhh"
Troye groaned, walking out of the bedroom in his lilac boardshorts and dark blue tank top. His hair was an adorable curly mess, and he wore round black sunglasses.

"Yes Troye?" I asked, looking at him quickly then back down at my phone.

"I don't wanna gooooo."
He pouted.

"Troye you said you were fine with it 10 minutes ago."

I was still pretty bitter about last night, how I was throwing myself at him, literally making out with him, and the whole time he was just staring at Jonny.

"I know Tyler but I, I don't wanna see them...and I defintely don't wanna be shirtless in front of Jonny. He probably has a fucking perfect body-"

"Troye could you please shut up about Jonny? I get it, he's hot!"
I snapped.

"...you're scary when you're angry."

"Damnit Troye."
I stood up from my chair and stuffed a towel into our beach bag, then slung it over my shoulder, quickly turned around and headed for the door.

"Come on Tilly stop being so grumpy!"
He said, following me.

Just before I opened the door he grabbed my arm. I sighed and turned to face him.

"You said you weren't mad anymore." He said. I looked away.

"Troye, how could I not still be mad."

"I was drunk! I said i'm sorry!"

"Troye you're not even supposed to be drinking anyway. You're young and...and you.."
I tried to think, i tried to come up with more reasons for us to not be good together. Me liking Troye was putting a huge monkey wrench in everything. If i can just back off, he can be with Jonny, or Connor, or whatever. I can't let him play me anymore.

But it was getting harder for me to do this, as Troye was slowly getting closer to me, slowly stroking my arm and slowly being the most attractive human ever holy shiT

"Tyler, don't play the 'you're too young card'. Please."
He said, genuinely sounding upset.
I finally met his gaze.

"We're late," was all I said.

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"Heeeeyyy beach boys!!"
Jonny exclaimed, running up to hug me and Troye. He wore hot pink board shorts and a bare chest, showing off his tan and toned torso.
Connor had respectably solid abs as well, but nothing like Jonny's. Troye and I weren't very built at all.

"Hey.." I said, setting down Troye and I's beach bag.

"Someone's a little grumpy."
Jonny said. I clenched my jaw for a moment, thinking about how Troye said something so similar before we left.

"Just tired." Troye said, not letting me answer.

I glared at him quickly, but he didn't notice.

"I love your board shorts Troye...super cute." Jonny said, keeping his on eyes on Troye as he sat down on the tan lounge chair he had brought.
Troye just smiled, not saying a word back to Jonny after seeing Connor's clearly agitated facial expression. There was an awkward pause, and Jonny moved his glance from Troye then quickly looked at Connor, then looked down at his toes in the sand.
He cleared his throat, then put on a smile and stood up.