I decided to edit my new video in the guest room while waiting for time to pass, and surprisingly, it passed really quickly. It was 12:50 PM. I thought about getting up to see if anything was going on, but I just kept my earbuds in and continued editing. 'We're gonna leave in ten minutes anyway....' I tried to keep my eyes on the computer screen in front of me, but then Troye walked in. "Hey Con."
"H-Hey." I pulled out my earbuds.
"On Twitter or something?"
"Nah, I'm actually editing a new video."
"Oh alright, mind if I join you?"
"You just wanna watch me edit my video?" I laughed a little.
"Well we're leaving soon anyway, so is it okay if I just chill here with you until we leave?"
"Yeah, sure." I closed out of Final Cut Pro and my Mac went back to the desktop. "I can always edit my video once we're back." Troye sat on the opposite end of the bed, his feet next to my shoulder, and my feet next to his. We were pretty much sitting across from each other. "No, dude you can still edit I was just bored."
"Why were you bored?" I asked while looking back down at my computer. "Well, I mean I was talking to Tyler, and I just.........got bored, I guess."
"Tyler is so fun to talk to though."
"Not when he hits on you the whole time."
"What? You know?"
"Know what?"
"Wait you think Tyler likes you?"
"Um I know Tyler likes me..."
"How? Did he tell you?"
"Connor calm down you're getting hella worked up." Troye laughed a little. I rolled my eyes and laughed back.
"Okay, but how do you know?" I asked, less seriously.
"He just makes it really obvious. And he's probably the biggest Troyler shipper. I mean, he pushed the ship way harder than me, which makes sense, because to me it's only a friend-ship." I showed an expression of agreement. "Yeah, Tyler does like you."
"Yeah.........and I just, I don't know how to tell him to stop hitting on me." I laughed, and then Troye did after realizing what he'd just said. "Hey! I know that sounds really self-centered and stupid." I laughed even harder. Troye trying to defend himself was priceless. "Look, my point is, I'm developing feelings for -" Caspar bursts in the door. "BRIGHTON FEST TIME!" In the distance we heard Joe yell, "Shut up Caspar!" Troye and I looked at each other and laughed. 'Good timing Caspar, keeping things from getting awkward. Although, maybe it wouldn't have been that awkward....?' Troye and I got up from the bed, and I grabbed my sweater on the way out of the room. I really liked this sweater, it sort of resembled an American flag, although it had a cheetah print instead of the fifty stars. It was also really well made, the inside ensured that whoever wore it would be warm. I smiled thinking about it, and then proceeded to walk to the kitchen.
All five of us in the apartment were in the kitchen and ready to go. Tyler threw a rude glance at me for a split second. I was probably the only one to notice. "All set?" Joe asked. "Oh wait!" All eyes were suddenly on me. "I forgot my camera, I'm gonna go grab it really quick." I set down my sweater on a kitchen chair and sprinted back into the guest room. 'Dammit where the hell is my camera?' I searched around for a bit until I found it on the floor by the nightstand. 'It must've fallen. Tyler wouldn't have bothered to pick it up anyway.' I tucked the camera away in my jeans pocket and went back into the kitchen to find that Troye was wearing my sweater. No one said a word, until Troye, "Are we ready to go?" I nodded, "Yeah," and everyone else agreed. I didn't really mind that Troye was wearing my sweater. If there was anyone I'd be okay with wearing my clothes, it'd be Troye. I usually hate sharing, like- absolutely hate it, but I guess I could call Troye the, "only exception".
Caspar, Joe, Tyler, and Troye began to walk towards the door, facing the opposite direction of me. Since everyone was in front of me, Troye stopped and waited for me to catch up. I looked around for Tyler to make sure that he wasn't around, and then found him walking with Joe and Caspar relatively far away. Well, far enough to the point where they couldn't hear us. Troye put his hands in his pockets, and I did too. "That's my sweater." I looked at Troye and smirked. "It is your sweater, and that's why I love wearing it so much more." I tried to avoid eye contact with Troye so it wouldn't get super awkward. 'Just ask him out,' I thought. But it's way easier said than done.
