"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"How Did We End Up Talking?"

(Slight time skip)

The Alice Springs show was pretty cool.
The boys held true to their promise and played Wherever You Are, making sure to tell the crowd that it was my request.
Needless to say, I was being shipped with the boys left right and centre.
Now, Parke and the much smaller Palum weren't the only ships sailing; there was also Maris and Pashton. And then there were those shippers far in the depths of tumblr that shipped me with all four.
The number of imagines I was tagged in daily were probably in the thousands.

We were almost in Perth, and I took the chance to tweet Troye.

musiquedeparis: @troyesivan approaching your hometown now, hope to see you at the show 🇦🇺✌🏻️

A few minutes later, I got a tweet back from Troye. (Yeah, I died a little inside and did my best not to fall off my bunk)

troyesivan: @musiquedeparis I bought my tickets months ago ☺️

Not long after, only a matter of a minute actually, I got another mention from an Australian, this time from Luke.

Luke5SOS: @troyesivan we should meet up! I know @musiquedeparis would love that 😏

Troye tweeted back mere seconds after.

troyesivan: @Luke5SOS @musiquedeparis I can't wait!

"LUKE!" I screeched, finally looking over at Luke.
Luke smirked. "Excited?"
"OH MY GOD AM I REALLY GOING TO MEET TROYE SIVAN?!" I asked, my voice still toned in a shriek.
"You really are," Luke laughed, typing away at his phone.
"In fact-" he said, pressing the screen of his phone one last time. "-you should be getting a text from a certain someone in the next minute or so."
I widened my eyes, slightly confused but anticipating something cool.
Thinking back, I wasn't very bright. I mean, who else would Luke be talking about?
A couple minutes of anxious scrolling through my tumblr, I received at text from a number a didn't recognize.

unknown number: cause there's still too long to the weekend
me: too long till I drown in your hands
unknown number: omg you know the song!
me: well duh. who is this?
(So I finish the Troye Sivan lyric first, then ask questions. Sue me.)
unknown number: didn't Luke tell you? it's troye!
I screamed out loud. I literally screamed.
Luke laughed.
I quickly added Troye to my contacts.
me: no he did not but I just screamed so
Tyler's Boy😏🇦🇺: omg did you really
me: yeah I dunno if you've heard but I'm a grade A fangirl
Tyler's Boy😏🇦🇺: I seem to recall reading it on like every single 5sos blog on tumblr ever
me: I know it's like all of the blogs I've been following for years are suddenly following me back and sending me asks and talking about me
Tyler's Boy😏🇦🇺: that was kind of like me
me: like with Tyler?
Tyler's Boy😏🇦🇺: you ship Troyler don't you
me: psssssssh no. Okay yeah. Like a lot. OTP.
Tyler's Boy😏🇦🇺: alrighty then
me: okay c'mon you can't tell me there's no chemistry between you guys
Tyler's Boy😏🇦🇺: you're right I can't
me: I FUCKING KNEW IT
me: TROYLER IS REAL
Tyler's Boy😏🇦🇺: shhhh i can't help it
Tyler's Boy😏🇦🇺: he's just cute
me: oh sweet Jesus my life is complete

I texted Troye for awhile, then set down my phone and turned to Luke.
"I have been texting Troye Sivan for the past hour," I said in a monotone, the voice you adopt when you don't know which emotion to feel dominantly. "What is my life?"
Michael laughed along with Luke, having taken his headphones off.
"Troye says we can hang out tomorrow if we want," Luke commented.
"HEY DO YOU GUYS WANNA HANG OUT WITH TROYE TOMORROW?!" Michael yelled, throwing things at both Ashton and Calum.
They both nodded, able to hear him through the music of their earbuds.
"Yes!" I breathed, flopping back on my bed. "The angels of heaven are blessing me."
"Aren't you an atheist?" Michael asked with one eyebrow cocked.
"Yep," I nodded, popping the 'p'.
Michael and Luke chuckled, turning back to their phones.

I was going to meet Troye Sivan.

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The next day, I was freaking out substantially more than the day before, from excitement and nerves.
I had changed my outfit 3 times, going from blue skinny jeans and a black all time low shirt to black skinny jeans and a black all time low shirt to black skinny jeans and a white Dan and Phil pixel patterned shirt before Michael told me to stop changing before he pinned me to the ground and tickled me.
I huffed, but listened, instead focusing on getting my thin line of black eyeliner straight and my mascara without clumps.
"Now who's taking forever to get ready," Luke teased as I brushed and brushed my hair, not wanting a single frizz or knot in sight.
"Me, because I'm about to meet Troye Sivan as a human being, not just a fan," I said sassily.
Luke smiled and Michael laughed, Ashton being in the other room getting dressed and Calum being in the shower.
Finally, I set down my brush, examining my long hair with a critical gaze.
I frowned at my reflection, reaching to pick up the brush again, but Luke snatched it away.
"Luke!" I whined as he held it above his head.
"You look great, you're obsessing!" Luke said, smiling as I jumped for it.
Why did he have to be so goddamn tall?
"I'm not obsessing!" I argued, jumping for it once again. "I'm freaking out!"
Luke didn't say anything, he just tossed my brush to Michael, who caught it skillfully.
I ran to Michael.
"Pleeeeeeease give it back Mikey?" I begged.
He handed it back, leading me to give Luke a triumphant grin.
"But only because your hair got mussed while you were jumping for it."

A/N: heeeeeeeeeey so happy belated thanksgiving to all of my Canadian readers! If you're American, sucks you have to wait until November. If you're from anywhere else, sucks you don't have a holiday that's turned into a food weekend.

I also got The Amazing Book Is Not On Fire. It is now my life.
That's all.

LOVE YOU

(p.s. would anyone like to do another ask or like a "the SITFZAAA process" or something interactive because I feel like I only have a few readers who talk to me and I'd love to get to know some of you better c: )