Distant Love

Chapter 6

After about an hour of explaining everything that happened with Troye over the past few days, Kira and I finally moved out of the bean bags that we had sunken into.

"Didn't you have something to show me?" Kira asked as she jumped down from the platform. She never took the four steps down. Neither do I but still, actually I don't think she ever has. Typical.

"Not something, someone." I corrected her. She made a large 'O' with her mouth. My laptop welcomed me as I turned it on. As soon as everything loaded I logged into Skype as quickly as I could.

"Wait, so they're not here?" Kira questioned. I shook my head, "Don't be ridiculous, he lives on the other side of Australia!" i watched Kira's eyes widened as she realised who it just might be.

"Hey there gorgeous!" Troyes perky voice chanted.

"Hey hot stuff." I winked at him, "I want you to meet a friend of mine."

"She's not gonna scream or anything is she?"

"No no no! She wont" I giggled as I slid the laptop back so Troye could see both of us, "This is Kira." I looked over at her to see her priceless face. She was frozen in her spot. You see, Kira watches every one of Troyes videos too.

"Hi" Troye smiled at Kira while I sat there so amused. I nudged Kira to say something but only a little squeak came out.

"Kira.." I laughed nervously, "You gonna say hi?" Kira still sat there in complete shock. I glanced over at troye on my laptop screen, looking extremely confused.

"I told you she wouldn't scream.." i joked. Troye laughed a bit. He thinks I'm funny... Me.. I sighed out loud.

"Something wrong?" Troye asked me as he began to look slightly worrried but you could tell he was trying to hide it.

"Oh, no no, nothing," I said a little nervously, "Just thinking about things.."

"What sort of things, hmm?" He raised one eye brow at me.

"Why so eagar to know?" I questioned him. 

"I wanna know if its about either one, a "thing", two, a "person" or three, "us"."

Us... I like it when he says that. I like the sound of us. If only he knew how much I really did care for him... How badly I wanted to be with him, be next to him, our arms together and our lips oh so close to touch. I don't want Troye, I need Troye. We live so far apart, is that even a slight possibilty of happening? Probably not. I should stop talking to myself like this, I always over think and bad thoughts like us never actually being together, ever.

"Poppy?" Troye snapped me out of my little daydream.

"What where you saying, sorry?"

"You look a little... dazed? Is everything alright?" he asked me. I nodded back at him.

"I'll call you tomorrow when Kira's left, we have some things to discuss."

"Ooo! Girly talk, eh." Troye teasted.

"Shut up!" I laughed.

"Why can't I join in?" he pouted.

" *Girly* talk" I made a hand gesture.

"So it's about boys?"

"Bye Troye." I laughed as he did a cute little girly wave, teasing us both with blowing kisses. I shut my laptop and turned to Kira, "So that's Troye."

"I can't believe it! You should write a book on how to hook in with your celebrity crush! Dead serious!"

"Ha! Maybe some other time."

"Do you think you'll ever, you now... meet Troye?" she asked in a more serious voice.

"I just... I don't know, I really hope so."

"You two would make the cutest couple!" Kira squealed.

"But what if he sees me in person and doesn't like the way I look? I mean we've only Skyped and called each other."

"Poppy, be realistic here. The only thing he will do is die."

"Die?"

"Yes, because you're so gorgeous of coarse!"

"Shut up Kira. I don't want him to die. I'm the one that will die. Oh my gosh, i'll like probably stop breathing. Kira no. That cannot happen." I sighed as I leant against the back of my bed. "What's the time?"

"Shit! Nearly 7pm! How long did we talk for?" Kira exclaimed.

"Hours! Also, 7pm? Shit that's why I'm so hungry."

"Well..."

"Well what?"

"Are you going to feed me or starve me?"

"Ugh, I s'pose i'll feed you. You are my guest so..."

Kira and I jumped to our feet and headed down the hall to find the food we needed to satisfy our dying stomachs. We pleaded to my mum about how starving we were and needed to be fed immediately with delicious food.

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