AN: Hey guys! I am sooo sorry I haven't written for months now. Summer was busy. But I'm back,and I hope you like this chapter. For all of you that asked what OH stands for,or what it means,you won't find it out all in this chapter,but you will find out a lot more about it. Thanks for reading and following,it makes my day. ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
*tylers pov*
Wow.Just...
Woowwww.
It wasn't a dream.
Troye held my hand.
Fucking amazing.
I woke up at 3 AM and then went back to sleep,I couldn't sleep because I was just too excited. But also afraid.
What the hell went on at VidCon?
Why was everybody locked out?
I'm not going to sit on my ass and ponder about the possible villains or tricksters that started this mess,but I swear.
I have to fall ASLEEP.
every fraggadoodling time
I just fall into a pit of thoughts that can't be escaped,and when they come,I'm NEVER READY to get into a peaceful
Relaxing
Actually calm
State of mind.
I ended up falling asleep minutes after getting up to get a drink last night,getting 4 hours of sleep,my head just stirring and stirring with thoughts
And I KNEW who to ask.
I'm going to ask Felix.
As I hopped out of bed after laying in bed,watching random shit on the news,I heard the front door of the apartment door unlock,and Troye walked in,wearing a button up T-shirt and some black pants.
Troye came back from starbucks because apparently he left without me before I woke up.We ended up shopping at a nearby walmart and bought a whole bunch of produce,and all the other foods.
"Tyler,look at this!"
Troye said,as I looked down onto the white walmart floor.
It was a picture...of...Marzia?
It was a slightly crippled old polaroid of Marzia as a kid. She was standing next to some little kid her age,at least 9.
The young boy standing next to her had brown,shaggy hair,and these beaming green eyes. He wore a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt and some cackys.
"Why the hell is this on a walmart floor?"
I asked. Troye put it in his pocket for later.
We kept on shopping,searching for things in the isles that might keep us going for the week.
Well at least I HOPE we won't have to stay for more than seven days.
Troye's mind was on what to eat.
And my mind was on why all this weird crap is happening.
We finally got to check out about thirty minutes later.
I pushed the cart to row 7 and unloaded all the fruit first,then dairy.
The man running the cash register wore the regular walmart outfit,and had slightly curly dark hair.
I had finished unloading the food and looked at the stuff they sold on the walls that divided the rows. Like bubble gum,those tiny $4 toys no one buys,and some random gift cards.
"That'll be $211,sir,"
The register said with a Russian accent,and looked up to me and froze.
He looked shocked,just plain petrified as if I had no eyes.
"Can I.....help you?"
He unfroze,then re collected himself.
"Yes young man,fine,very fine,"
Troye dogged in his pocket for his wallet but then the polaroid of Marzia fell out.
The man was shocked,as he very un gracefully shuffled out of place and ran to get the polaroid,before I grabbed it first.
"I'm sorry,"
I said.
"What do you want from Marzia?"
He looked so guilty,his hands trembled and he mumbled under his breath.
"I uh..I'm an old friend of hers,"
He said,as I looked at the polaroid.
"It would just be splendid to see her again,"
And I looked back at his tag.
It read 'O.H'
YOU ARE READING
Inter-Crisis
Mistério / SuspenseA group of YouTubers had come to meet up with each other at a recent VidCon to socialize and give attention to their large group of fans.But when the group AND their fans have been blocked out of recording videos to their fans and the fans can't wa...
