Only Fools // Troyler AU

"Please don't hate me."

I'm so sorry for the long wait, school just started this week and I've been very stressed out. Hope you enjoy!

~Tyler~

Sunday's were my favorite days of the week.

At least they used to be until I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and a bump on my head the size of Texas.

I cursed when I was finally able to open my eyes, the sunlight streaming in through the open window and nearly blinding me. Shielding my eyes, I looked around the room and realized I was still at Marcus' house. I was guessing maybe I drank too much and Marcus let me stay here. Thank God for him.

Before I could get up any further, the door opened and Marcus walked in, smiling wide and carrying a glass of water and a bottle of pills.

"Wow, I'm surprised you're awake. And that bump is huge," he commented, walking up to me and reaching a finger out.

"Don't," I mumbled, slapping his hand away from my swollen head. He laughed before handing me the glass and two pills. I swallowed them and asked, "What happened last night?"

"Do you remember anything?"

I tried to think back, remembering babysitting a drunk Caspar all night and only drinking water. How did I end up like this though, all hungover and gross?

Images of Caspar running away from me and into the kitchen floated through my mind, him bumping into someone and yelling at them. Who was it though? I thought for a second before remembering.

Troye.

Fuck, I thought, immediately remembering helping him up and then going downstairs to play spin the bottle. He came downstairs a few minutes later, looking like he had cleaned himself up from the mess Caspar had made. When it was my turn, it landed on him and I made the first move. I kissed him. And it wasn't just any kiss, it was intense.

I groaned out loud at my stupidity. I should've just dropped out of the game. Now I've most likely ruined my chances at staying in the closet.

"I see that you're remembering," Marcus said with a smirk on his face, as if he was making fun of my internal struggle. You see, Marcus, being my closest friend besides Caspar, knows that I'm gay. I told him a year ago, scared that he would judge me and it would ruin our friendship. But it didn't, and he was just as supportive as my family was. He's the only friend I've told.

"It's not funny!" I yelled, angry at myself for pushing the limits. Yeah, Troye was incredibly hot and having the chance to kiss him was like a once in a lifetime opportunity, but he was straight and to the whole school, so was I. "I can't believe I did that."

"What, kissing Troye or jumping off the roof?"

"Is that what this bump is from?" I asked, pointing to the bump on my head and cringing. Of course I jumped off the roof. Only I would do such a stupid thing.

"Yeah but don't worry, Caspar was right by your side. He broke a finger." Marcus grabbed the water glass from me and went to walk out but stopped and looked at me once more. "And nobody thinks anything of that kiss. It was spin the bottle, and it didn't even mean anything. Right?"

I looked away from him, embarrassed by the sudden revelation that, yeah, to me it meant something. But to Troye it didn't so I wasn't going to say anything. "Right."

"I'll be downstairs. You staying a little while?"

I shook my head before wincing and grabbing at it. That wasn't my best move. "No, I should head home. My moms probably worried."