Only Fools // Troyler AU

"So, is he a good kisser?"

~Tyler~

"Caspar, leave them alone."

Troye was scared. I could tell by the way he backed up into Connor and turned his head away from both me and Caspar. I didn't want him to be, though. In fact, it was almost as if I wanted nothing more than to protect him.

"I'm not going to do anything to him, Tyler, you can stop the guard dog act. I just want him to apologize for doing what he did last night," Caspar said with a smirk on his face, angling his body so he was facing Troye and his friends.

"What?" Troye asked timidly, standing up a little straighter. "I didn't do anything to you."

He didn't mean it to be rude, everyone knew that, but Caspar decided to take it that way on purpose. He was about to stand up, ready to fight anyone that stood in his way, when I reached over and grabbed his arm.

"Will you stop? He didn't do anything. In fact, you were the one being rude. Maybe you should apologize."

I received an eye roll, however I managed somehow to calm him down. He wouldn't get mad at me for what I was saying. He was used to me standing up for his victims by now.

"Fine." When Troye continued to stand there just staring at us, Caspar growled, "Go away!"

With one last look my way, Troye lead his friends away from us and towards a booth relatively far away from ours. Shaking my head, I glared at Caspar before leaning back and crossing my arms over my chest.

"What's your problem?" Caspar asked, looking at me like I was the messed up one here.

"My problem? Seriously, Caspar? What's your problem? How can you just be rude to every living, breathing person you see and not feel bad about it?"

He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. "Why do you always have to question me? Can't you just take a step back and mind your own damn business?"

"No," I shouted, raising my voice without realizing it while springing to my feet. "I'm sick of you and your bullshit. Stop acting like you are better than everyone and just realize already that you're an asshole."

With one last look in Troyes direction, and an awkward yet surprisingly comforting moment of eye contact, I raced out of the diner and hopped in my car. My heart was racing, proving that I was beyond angry. The only thing left for me to do was to just stop talking to Caspar for good.

Sometimes friends can prove to be different than you'd imagined them being. Caspar, for example, was a horror movie.

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~Troye~

"That was... something," Zoe stated after a moment of silence. "I didn't know Tyler Oakley could get that angry."

"Are you kidding? I would be angry too if that idiot was my best friend," I said, doing my best to keep myself from defending Tyler too much. For some reason, it just felt like I had to defend him against anything bad my friends said.

"I get that. Tyler just has this perfect reputation for being the savior- always helping everyone out," Zoe pressed on and I could feel my blood begin to boil. Apparently Connor could feel it too because a second later he put his hand on my arm and smiled at me.

"You okay?"

Connor Franta has been my best friend for as long as I can remember; way longer than Zoe, Alfie, and I. That's why he was able to help me relax with just a few simple words. It was unbelievable how close we were.

I stared into his eyes and smiled back, taking a deep breath. I mouthed a thank you to him before tuning back into the conversation.

"I really wonder why Tyler has stayed friends with him for so long. He's a much better guy than Caspar," Alfie commented, glancing in my direction with a suggestive look on my face.

"Yeah, Troye. He's quite the loving type, wouldn't you say so?"

I narrowed my eyes at the couple, inwardly strangling them. Why did they always deem it necessary to embarrass me?

"Guys," I hissed, praying to all of the Gods that Connor wouldn't put two and two together. He didn't know about the party yet and, even though he was my best friend, I didn't want him to know. I was terrified of him thinking badly of me.

"What are they talking about, Troye?" Con asked, and I literally wanted to drown myself right there and then.

"Nothing..." I started to say but was interrupted by an overexcited Zoe.

"Our baby is in love, Con Con. Isn't it exciting?"

The look Connor gave me then was overwhelming; full of disbelief but confusion, pride but disappointment. I didn't know whether to be happy about the pride or upset over the disappointment. What was he really feeling right now?

Before I could ask, Alfie spoke up. "Sorry, guys. We have to go. My mom wants to see us for a little bit."

As we said our goodbyes, I asked and paid for the bill before following them out of the building. Zoe and Alfie were gone now so it was just me and Connor. I was driving him home, which called for a ten minute awkward silence.

Five minutes in, I got fed up and turned the radio down. This guy was my absolute best friend and I would force him to talk about it even if he didn't want to.

"Connor, talk to me."

"What do you want me to say?" he asked, but he knew what I wanted. I wanted him to say that he wasn't mad at me. I gave him a pointed look and he sighed. "I'm not mad, Troye. I just wish you would've told me."

"I know, but I promise you I'm not in love with Tyler. We just kissed at the party and..."

"You kissed him?" he exclaimed, staring at me wide-eyed.

"It was spin the bottle!"

"You still have to tell me these things!" I nodded and it grew quiet. Eventually, Connor spoke up again. "So, is he a good kisser?"

"Connor!" I punched his shoulder while keeping my eyes on the road. He laughed out loud, grinning widely.

"Seriously though. If something were to happen with you and Tyler, just know that I would be happy for you. I would never judge you, okay?"

What the hell would I do without this kid?

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It was almost ten o'clock at night. The moon was out, shining brightly through my window, and I was currently watching some reality television show that was boring me to death. I was extremely thankful when my phone dinged, informing me of a text message.

From: Unknown

Troye?

I tilted my head in confusion. Who was texting me off an unknown number? I had everyone's number that I talk to.

To: Unknown

Yeah? Who is this?

It only took a few seconds for a reply.

From: Unknown

It's Tyler Oakley.

And my entire body froze.

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I am unbelievably sorry for the wait. I just got a job (applauds myself) and I've been working almost every day. Anyway, moving on from the self pity-

Im sorry for how short this is, but writers block really sucks. I promise the next chapter will come soon and it'll be a long one!

Thank you to anyone that's reading this, and I hope you're enjoying so far.

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-Becca🙃