Maybe It's Love *A Tyler Oakley Fanfic*

Chapter Eleven: Friends OR NAH

I stand awkwardly at the door and go back and forth between standing on my heels and tippy toes.

He does the same, except two very different things are happening.

I am looking on the ground and he is staring at me.

"Want to come in? I was in the middle of a video."

"Oh, cool." I say.

Oh cool ...really? That's all? Not "hey, dude, you're gay?". Ughhh.

"You can be in it if you want."

"No, I'm sure the whole Connor Franta Fandom won't like me just showing up."

"Why not?"

"Did you read the comments on your Coming Out video?" I ask.

"I'd rather not."

"Well, a lot of them are death threats for not being with me." I say. "And the others are death threats to me just because."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"Because we are having a normal conversation normally." I say "And if we weren't okay than we wouldn't."

"Be in the video." He says suddenly, smiling. "My cameras still recording. You're doing it. And it will show that we don't hate each other."

"Okay."

He his me from view.

"Sorry guys but guess who's here!" He pulls me up into view. "Tami!"

"Hi!"

"Since I am in the middle of a video, we are finishing the way I started. We are trying Chinese candy."

"Chinese candy?" I ask, with a look of pure terror.

"Yeah, most of them are gross."

He hands me a piece of what looks like jolly rancher.

It isn't jolly rancher.

"It tastes like pig fart." I say with a mouthful of taffy stuff.

He laughs and we spit it out.

We go through like eight things, only two were okay.

He does it outro and hugs me at the end.

"So, what do you want to do?"

I smile. "I have to call Ricky."

"Why..."

I go to the other room and call Ricky.

"What's up? What's wrong? Are you guys talki..."

"Shush. Go home."

"How do you know I didn't leave?"

"Because I can tell. Go home. We are fine. I'll call Tyler when I need to get home."

"Okay. Bye T."

"Bye Ricky."