Spoil Me ➹ Troyler

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This is based in Perth.
I forgot to mention that crucial info I'm sorry.

I should be updating mine but I needed a moment from the angst.

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Tyler had been skeptical about going to work after yesterday's fiasco. He was even tempted to call in sick, but he didn't want to anyone to get suspicious. He was sure someone saw him at the party with fucking Troye Sivan talking him down. And for what? Probably for a unique one night stand.

"Ugh, I hate my life..." he pulled the covers further over his body. "I can never get a break..."

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"What do you think of the color in this scene?"

"It needs to pop more. A little more cheerful I guess." Tyler explained, looking at screen along with Joe.

"Yeah that would probably work. Little more umph." Joe clapped his hands together before placing himself back into the chair and clicking away. Tyler walked over and adjusted a few items scattered across the room, as he placed them in the drawer the door opened revealing a brown haired figure.

"Tyler Oakley. Mr. Sivan would like to see you." he told them in a monotone voice before shutting the door. Tyler stood there dumbfounded, staring at the door as if it would give him an explanation until he felt a hand rest on his shoulder.

"It was nice working with you."

"How do you know I'm getting fired!?!" Tyler panicked, slapping Joe's hand away.

"Whenever someone gets called in by the big guy it means some serious shit has hit the fan. So like I said, nice working with you." Joey told him in a matter a fact voice, shaking his head softly.

"I hate you so much...." Tyler mumbled to himself as he made his way out of the room. When he shoved himself into the elevator with six other people he started mentally preparing himself, thinking about how he could find another job as quickly as possible. Or how he could afford a flight back to Michigan so he could cry to his mother about how much of a dolt he is. After twelve levels it was only him, waiting to reach the twentieth floor. He tapped his foot on the ground in anticipation and pulled at the end of the white button down he was wearing. After centuries the door opened and he stepped out into the hallway that lead to his door. Taking in a deep breath he walled up to it slowly giving himself a calming speech.

'Don't panic, you don't know what this is about, oh who am I kidding I'm going to lose my job but at least let me lose it with some type of calamity.' he raised his hand up and knocked on the door as lightly as physically possible, sort of hoping it wasn't heard but when he heard the voice (hello) from the other side his hope died.

"Come in." the door made a small squeak as he opened, slipping himself inside. He stayed at the door awkwardly, watching the man scribbled down on some papers before he looked up at him. A smiled on his face. "Tyler."

"You called me here sir?"

"So formal. Anyway, I did actually, I have a few questions about last nights fiasco." Tyler immediately felt a little ill, looking around to room as the avert his attention. He noted how empty the place seemed. The black carpet, slick shined marble and glass desk, and a table with a case on it containing an assortment of floors. The most notable thing was the wall behind him which was nothing but a window, giving you a great view of Perth. It was nice but at the moment he couldn't calm himself enough to take it in as he usually would.

"W-what?"

"I have questions. Why did you run off like that? And what do you mean I'm making a mistake?" he settled his hands on the desk, cupping them into each other as he leaned forward, Tyler still stood at the door and he was debating on walking out and never coming back.

"Well- I Um....."

"You should sit down and get yourself together." he told him as his eyes flickered to the black cushioned chair. He slowly walked up and placed himself in the chair, smiling to the best of his ability before continuing.

"Well I didn't feel well. I wasn't really in the mood for partying anymore." he fiddled with his fingers keeping his eyes glued to his shoes. Troye was quiet for a moment, leaving the words to loam in the air and Tyler to marinate in his lie before he spoke again.

"I'll accept that, I guess. But what about the last part?"

"I..." how was he suppose to explain that some one as odd as him had no place in the limelight. How he didn't want the attention that came with being anywhere near the man. He couldn't even find his voice, so he settled with looking down as his feet swing as they levitate over the carpet ever so slightly.

"Well?" Troye felt a little annoyed at silence and he wasn't one to have high patience but he held his composure.

"I don't know...." Tyler lied, shrugging his shoulders.

"I can't accept two lies Tyler."

"I just, I'm not sure you understand the problems having me around will cause. It's just a bad decision in my opinion." he let out a soft sigh, a memory he'd rather forget coming back to him. Troye nodded his head, looking down at the flies scattered across his desk.

"Well that's all. You may take your leave." Tyler nodded whispering for him to have a good day before standing up to leave. "Oh, and you look divine today."

Tyler had almost stumbled into the door as he looked back, his face flustered. He was wearing a white oversized button down with black tights. It wasn't anything special really. He just put on what he saw laying in the clean laundry basket."Thank you...."

"And one more thing-" Troye had picked up his pen again but only to tap it in the desk in an annoying repetitive motion. As he did he made sure to lock eyes with the other before stooping completely and letting the silence fall over the room. "I don't make mistakes Oakley."

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I dyed my hair purple and it turned into this kind of reddish purple thing and I just saw dead pool so of course my assholeism is at an all time high, turn da fuq up.

The chapters are really boring right now but there will be more Troyler action soon. *Wink wonk*

Anyway, hope you enjoyed bye bye.