Prologue

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I smiled at him as he turned back to me once more. His soft beam lit up his face, causing a light blush to form. I could've sworn I saw a spark come from his big, blue eyes, But before I could decide...he was running into his house. Leaving me standing outside my door, lovestruck.

It was a stupid mistake to fall for my best friend. Not just regarding how young we were or at the fact he would most likely not be into me like that. He was a boy and I was a boy. And not many people chose to identify the way I did.

I was 16 years old when I fell in love with Troye Mellet. He was a year younger than I was, but I guess that didn't stop my infatuation. He was mature and naturally stunning. Even as young as I was, I could tell he was different, captivating. And I was selfish; I was selfish because I kept him to myself–I wanted him, I wanted him so bad. Though I guess I wasn't the only one.

Many girls from different grades were in-love him. I'm sure he even made some boys question their sexuality–But it didn't affect him. He paid no attention to the people throwing themselves at him. I like to believe that it was because he was distracted by me. Even though that sounded un-realistic.

I never got to find out though.

   Because the day he ran inside with a smile on his face, after he ran upstairs and waved goodbye through the window, I didn't realize that it was actually goodbye.

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone. Without explanation and without a clue where he went.

It was the last day I got to see his addicting smile cover his face, and his laugh fill the room; The last day I got to see his head throwback when I made a joke; That was the last day, I got to see my first love.

     Troye Mellet was gone forever.

Until somehow, God provided me with Troye Sivan.

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