Stand By You (Troyler AU)

Gym Class

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—Day before Spring Break—

Tyler waited outside the locker room, all he needed to do was survive this gym class and then he was free for a whole week. He didn't have to see Sam or Nash for a whole week. He and Troye had plans to hang out at the Recreation center at Troye's apartment complex and they had a list of movies they wanted to watch. They also had to film for Media class, but that turned out to be really fun so Tyler didn't mind. He'd actually had 3 viewers on his channel which was weird, well one of them was Troye but that still counts.

All he needed to do was survive gym. Tyler pushed through the doors, already 5 minutes late but he didn't mind because that meant that the room would be empty for just him to change. He slipped his shirt off and looked at the silver wing laid on his chest, he smiled, this break with his best friend would be amazing. He was picking Troye up from work at 8...or was it his apartment? Who cared to be honest he was spending 10 uninterrupted days with the Troye Sivan.

He walked into the gym, it was a half day so the class was playing capture the flag after they did their warm ups, unfortunately for Tyler he didn't miss the whole running laps thing. Mr. Hartman yelled for the class to 'hustle up' so that they could start running. Tyler felt the nausea butterflies. Running laps was the worst it made him so scared and nervous that people were going to watch him. Which probably wasn't true because they were busy running, but that didn't make him any less paranoid.

The class took off running and Tyler fell to the back of the pack immediately, the other kids who couldn't run fast all around him. However, there was a difference between Tyler and those other kids. The others where running slow because they were out of shape but Tyler was there because his body couldn't handle the stress. He was weak and running 2 laps around the field was difficult for him. He eventually gave in to his bodies plead for mercy and slowed to a walking pace.

"OAKLEY THESE ARE RUNNING LAPS MOVE YOUR BUTT" Mr. Hartman yelled and Tyler rolled his eyes, he knew his body's limit and if he ran two more feet he was going to pass out. Hartman will get over it. Tyler walked and soon Sam came jogging by him

"Whats up Oakley can't get the fat muscles to move in your body" Sam said and Tyler glared at him. He was going to ignore Sam, h-he was wrong. Sam was just saying that. Sam took off running again and Nash ran behind him knocking into Tyler's side in the process. 'one more class' Tyler thought.

The class wrapped up the final lap and they headed back inside, Tyler didn't want to play capture the flag. This half ass made up sport was the source of pointless aggression and injury. Mr. Hartman split the class up into two teams. Tyler didn't know if he was scared or relieved to be on the same team as Sam. At least if they were on the same team Sam had no reason to slam is body into Tyler. They took their spots on the gym floor

"Tyler Oakley to the nurses office, Tyler Oakley to the nurses office please" the loud speaker said

——

Breathe

Everything is fine, breathe

You are safe you will be fine, nothing is hurting you

Troye repeated the words in his mind. It was a skill his old therapist taught him long ago when he was first faced with his panic attacks. Troye concentrated on his breathing, it aways help to count breathing in with the odd numbers and out with the even.

this isn't working

this is dumb

everyone is watching you