Troye's P.O.V."Well this doesn't look half as awesome as it did when I was little", I thought. I was standing next to the tree I used to climb all the time when I was a kid. The branches were plentiful and sturdy, and it was the coolest tree I'd ever seen. "It must've been my imagination... I wonder if it will still hold my weight?" I thought, so I put down my bookbag and started climbing. "Fuck- I don't remember this being so difficult..." I mumbled to myself. After 2 bruises on my head , "Why do I have to be so damn tall??", several small scrapes, and a lot of cussing, I was sitting comfortably on my old favorite branch feeling happy-sad, or nostalgic. I loved this tree and the memories that came with it, but I missed Dylan. He was my best friend 6 years ago, but he moved away after our dads got in a fight. I couldn't find him on any Social Media sites and I never had a chance to get his phone number, since he left at age 10. God, I missed him. I would give just about anything to see him again.
"T-Troye?" I looked forwards and saw a beautiful blonde-haired boy about my age. He almost looked like- "Dylan? Is it really you?" I asked, eyes widening. He just smiled in response and nodded. I scrambled out of the tree and ran over to hug him like I hadn't seen him in a million years, which is what it felt like. He hugged me back and whispered, "Holy fuck, I've missed you".
"I missed you too".*flashback time*
"Aaaargh," I yelled, thrusting my curved pirate sword forwards. "You'll never beat the Great Pirate Blackbeard you deck-swabber!"
Dylan dodged it effortlessly and knocked my sword out of my hand with his long, princely sword and then he picked it up off the ground before I could and smirked at me. "That's not fair! I told you to go easy on me!"
"I am", he responded, smiling when I pouted and said "Oh screw you."
I looked up at the sky and told him it was about time to get back. He checked his watch, realized I was right, and swore lightly. "Oooooh, Dylan! You said the d-word!" He just stuck out his tongue and said, "Oh, come on butt-head. You don't want to get in trouble for being late do you?". I shook my head and we began the walk down to the part of the beach our parents and a couple of their friends were at, walking hand in hand like always. It didn't mean we like-liked each other back then, we were just best friends, so holding hands made sense to us.
As we got closer to them, we heard voices. At first we thought they were just having a lot of fun and being enthusiastic, but we soon realized the yelling was angry, not friendly. We stopped dead in our tracks, looking at each other, panic written clear across our faces. Our dads were friends; we'd never heard them fight before. We dropped our swords and each other's hands and sprinted towards our fathers.
"How dare you betray her like that? You have a son! How do you think he's gonna feel when she finds out and leaves you? A boy needs his mother god dammit!"
"Stay out of this Shaun. It's none of your goddamn business!" Dylan's dad screamed at my dad, grabbing the front of his shirt.
"David, you're drunk, let go of me", dad said, trying to be a voice of reason. Dylan's dad didn't react kindly to dad's plea though. I watched, helpless and paralyzed with fear as he screamed 'FUCK YOU' in my dad's face and raised his other hand, the one with the half empty beer bottle in it, with the clear intention of hitting my dad with it. Right before the bottle was to make impact, me and Dylan screamed "No!" at the same time, loud enough to startle both of our dads. "What are you doing here son?" David asked, but before Dylan could answer, my dad took advantage of the distraction and shook him off. Angry once again, David stomped forwards, trying to close the gap in between them that my father had made. Dylan and I sprang into action, jumping between our fathers. I stood with my arms and legs out in a protective stance while Dylan placed both his hands on his father's chest and planted his feet, surprisingly strong for 10. David paused, look back and forth between us and said, "Oh, I see. So I'm the bad guy now? That's fine! You won't be seeing any more of m- of us!" He cut off Dylan and I's synchronized shouts of confusion and hurt with "Oh shut up boy, we're going home." Wrapping an arm around Dylan, he stormed off, taking my best friend out of my life forever. "Goodbye Dylan!" I cried, tears starting to fall down my face. "Bye Troye" he responded, voice cracking with sadness. My dad took his hands off my shoulders and pulled me into a hug and I cried for an indefinite amount of time, mourning the loss of my very best friend in the entire world.*Flashback Time's over*
"How are you back home," I asked. "Didn't you move to, like, Nebraska or something?"
He chuckled and said, "Ohio, actually, but we got pretty broke in the states, and the landlord said he'd give dad a discount on the rent if we moved back into the same house so, yeah, I'm home. First thing I did was go to your house, though. Good thing you didn't move. When your dad said you weren't home I hoped you'd be here." I smiled and responded, "Yay, you found me."
"By the way, what happened to you? Are you okay?" He asked, looking at the bruise on my forehead. I just laughed and said "Apparently our tree likes to beat up uncoordinated teenagers." He laughed and we continued to laugh and joke and talk for hours, just like old times, until it was almost curfew, so we said our goodbyes and agreed to meet at the dock we used to go to as kids the next day. I rode home on my bike with the biggest and most genuine smile I'd had in years painted across my face.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey guys!
So, uhm, yeah. this was the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed. I'm still in school, so it'll take me a while to update, but yeah. That's all I really have to say for now, so thanks for reading. *wink* byeeeee~
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RandomMy take on the storyline portrayed by the music videos of Troye Sivan's Blue Neighborhood Trilogy.