Mine ✄ Troyler

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I'm lay but tbh I barely ever in time for anything so this should be expected.

I so sorry I'm awful here you go.

Also I have 211 followers idk why but wow thanks. I feel empowered.

Anywho here's this chapter!

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The panel had been the most awkward thing in Troye's life. It consisted of a lot of questions he would have rather not answered and interactions with a certain stubby man that didn't seem to mind. Tyler was so chirpy the whole time, Connor was close to the same level but Troye was down right awkward, tripping over his words and basically making a fool of himself. It just made his comeback even more regrettable. The rest of the day was pretty chill, he actually enjoyed himself but he just wished he didn't feel so loopy with his emotions.

The bad part had been when he got caught taking his pills in the backstage bathroom, by the worst person might he add. He had been looking at his sickly pale skin in the mirror and a sick feeling built up in his chest. He felt like ripping the sink off the wall as dug in his jacket pocket for the oddly shaped ball. It was once a perfectly round a squishy ball that seemed almost like a dog's chew toy but with all the harsh tugs and smashing it now was deformed and pathetic looking. As he held it in his hand and rolled It around between his fingers he let out a sigh. It was just something to calm him down, keep him from randomly snapping. Really the excitement was getting to him. It was too much and his emotions were at an extreme level he couldn't handle in is state. He needed to cool off. Get back to his medium.

At that moment he walked in. Anyone could have walked in, but why of all people did it have to be him?

"Troye?" He had whispered his name as the door shut, concern etched in his face. Troye felt his chest boil with anger, thinking about how he cares now but not two years ago when he was tearing apart in front of him. A scowl had made it's way to his features before he could stop it as he squeezed the ball harshly.

"Troye talk to me...."

"For what? So you can break me apart again?" he gritted his teeth, going to walk pass Tyler out of the bathroom but he stood in his path. "Move."

"Troye please.... I can't stand this..."

"Stand what?" Tyler had opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. It just soured Troye's mood more as he pushed Tyler aside and exited to restroom. He sent Connor a quick text as he walked to the car. When he say down he looked 61st the ball in his hands. It finally have in, flatten and withered into nothing but a pancake like piece of rubber. He groaned, rubbing his hand on his face. After a few minutes the car door opened and Connor sat in the passenger seat.

"Is everything ok?"

"I just wanna go home." He spoke quietly as he started the engine. Connor stayed quiet, nothing needed to be said. Troye was having a hectic day, his mind was probably everywhere and he knew he needed some type of peace. So they rode in silence.

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Yes, yes.

I said it would stay with the old plot and improve and that's what I'm trying to do. Of course things tho. That's gonna happen.

Ok bye bye!!!!