Spoil Me ➹ Troyler

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My birthday is on the eighth of this month, I'll be seventeen. I'm really hoping it's not shitty because last year everyone was like ❝Sweet sixteen, it'll be the best!!1!!!1!!❞ and it was the worst day ever. I legit cried the whole day, I just wanted a hug, anything would have been acceptable.

Alright no more ranting (that you're probably not reading). I just wanted to say I'll be seventeen soon. *whispers* seventeen thirty-eight *gets slapped*

Ok on with the story.

Enjoy and sorry for mistakes.(also would someone like to be my editor? Like Pm me if you do please, it would help me so much omg.)

(also I changed the cover, I'm having a sailor moon binge moment. I'm enjoying myself hehe.)

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It was the simplest things that got to Tyler, and Troye's little talk had him paranoid like no other. At the moment he was sitting at his house scarfing down a bag of Doritos while watching mean girls. Nothing out of the ordinary really, the only difference was when he cringed every once in a while from the thought of going back to work the next day.

At the moment he was texting his friend about the whole situation, but he didn't seem to be helping.

·You don't understand Kory...

·what am I not getting? You're getting drooled over by TROYE SIVAN JUST GO WITH IT

·KOREY NO THAT'S NOT HOW IT GOES

·YES IT IS, TAKE THE CHANCE

·I'M DONE WITH YOU KORY

Tyler put the phone beside him and let out a huff, pulling his covers closer to his chest as he decided on what movie he was going to watch next. He had spent the rest of his day off work replaying the events with his boss in his head and having an inner panic attack every two seconds. He had talked to his mom about it but she just told him to relax and drink some hot tea to clear his mind, which was a little helpful. So now he was sat in his room with a cup of hot tea while burying himself in covers. It was his way of cuddling since he was a single Pringle.

His phone buzzed next to him but he ignored in and turned the volume up on the random movie he out on. After about thirty minutes He sunk down into his bear cave and fell asleep.

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A2 wqw2
"This is pure laziness, there's no organization at all." Connor trailed through the room, silently scolding the other as he sat on his bed with his laptop. He shrugged his shoulders before stuffing a spoon full of Nutella in his mouth. "How can you be a CEO of you don't even know how to keep things in order."

"And that's what you're here for." Troye told him before looking back down at the screen. "Tyler's from America just like you Conbon.

"Don't." Connor spoke quietly, continuing to put up a few more scattered papers. "And also why are you stalking him?"

"It's called admiring and I'm just looking up info for work related reasons."

"What work related reasons?"

"None of your business! I'm the boss here!" Troye let out a pout and continued to search trough his computer. Connor just rolled his eyes and placed the papers on his night stand before walking towards the door.

"You really shouldn't be trying to become attached to someone." he spoke softly, leaning against the door. "Especially someone of his status."

"What do you mean status?" Troye almost spat the words, eyes not moving from the screen.

"Lets just say he's not a fan of flashing lights." Connor stated plainly before walking out of the door. Troye sat there dumbfounded. He wanted to ask another question, or a million but he couldn't now, so he just out a movie on and focused completely on eating as much nutella as physically possible.

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This was short but only because I felt it should end here, the next chapter will be up today or tomorrow hopefully. Also much longer whoop whoop.

Anyway bye!