Opposites

Four

Troye's POV (swearing in this chapter)
~Time Skip to the next day~

Clambering off the bus, I waved goodbye to Dan and ran to my house, slamming the door shut and running in the direction of my room. Tossing off my bag into a pile of trash and laundry, I flopped onto my bouncy bed to get some time with my precious laptop. Before I opened my computer, I made a mental checklist of what I did today, since I had a strange cramp like feeling in my stomach, the one I got whenever I forgot about something.

Homework: Check!
Tumblr: Almost check!
Tyler's visit:....... oh CRAP!

Scrambling around the room, I stuffed random articles of clothing, notebooks, knick knacks, and more into my already fragile closet. Tyler would arrive in a few minutes at most, and since I texted him my address earlier, he was probably almost here.

Gathering up some supplies for our project, I stacked them haphazardly on the dining room table downstairs, just as the doorbell started to ring jarringly.

Strolling "casually" to the door, I flung it open, and in toppled Tyler, who happened to be standing so close to the door that he fell inside as soon as unfortunate old me opened. Smashing smack into each other, we fell down in a heap, with me sprawled out below him. Grinning, he stood up and offered me a hand,"Well, Troyeboy, it seems like we have quite a habit of smacking into each other." "Where's Troyeboy from?" "It just seems to fit you perfectly!", Tyler said as he helped me up.

Making light small talk as we headed inside the house, I directed him into the room where I had laid out most of the things we'd need for the project. Pencils, erasers, scrap paper, Nutella, stuff like that.

"Trooooyeee, I'm bored, can you give me a house tour?!", Tyler complained, as soon as he plopped down on a chair. "Um, we haven't even started yet, how are you bored?!" "No idea, but how about that house tour?"

Huffing impatiently, I replied,"Wait till we finish working on the project, I'll give you a tour then.". Realizing that puppy eyes wouldn't work on me, Tyler gave up, and resigned himself to the staring at the papers in front of him.

Ignoring his silent tantrum, I focused on the sheet of lyrics I had been working on recently, the one that I had begun on the plane.

Tight skin, body guards
Gucci down the boulevard
Cocaine, dollar bills
And..

And what? What fits for the chorus, and rhymes with bills?

Chills, thrills, wills... no, none of them fit the context... frills, hills, skills, pills... Pills, pill that works... my pills, little pill, my little pill... Those don't work at all... my sweet pill, happy little pill, my happy little pill... My happy little pill, perfect!

I jolted back into action, writing and re writing the chorus, determined to make it sound perfect, perfect, perfect.

My happy little pill
Take me away
Dry my eyes...

"Troye?", a voice startled me out of my train of thought, annoying me instantly. "What is it Tyler?!", I snapped at him, my mild anger at his interruption leaking into my voice. "If your highness doesn't mind me asking, where's the toilet?" "Upstairs, end of the hall, door on the left." "Got it, I'll be back in a minute Troyeboy!"

Moving pretty quickly, he skipped out of the room, leaving me to lean back in my chair and sigh. I had lost my train of thought and now I had to find it again. Thinking over the lyrics, I listened to the clock ticking in the background.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, 12 minutes, 15 minutes, he had been gone for a whole 20 minutes! There was something strange going on upstairs, since there was no way he was in there for 20 minutes.

Pushing up off the chair, I walked slowly up the stairs, listening for any odd sounds emanating from the bathroom. Nothing. Creaking suddenly echoed from inside my bedroom.

What the fuck is he doing in my room?!

Stepping briskly over to my door, I flung it open to reveal Tyler, his hands hovering over my desk drawer. My private drawer.

Quietly sneaking up behind him, I pounced on him and grabbed his shoulders, just as he was about to pull it open.

"Tyler, what are you doing?", I said softly yet dangerously into his ear. Jumping slightly, he composed himself and answered back,"I got a bit bored, so I gave myself a house tour." "That drawer is private, so I would appreciate if you wouldn't open it." "What in the world could be so private that merely mentioning it makes Troye Sivan blush?!", he said, turning around to raise his eyebrows at me. "It's just some l-lyrics from unfinished songs." "Of course, of course, how could I have been so blind?!", sighed Tyler dramatically, still grinning like a cheshire cat at my flushed face and at the stutter.

Still rapidly reddening I ushered him out of the room, which he left reluctantly.

This is going to be quite a visit isn't it.

Hello again! This is pt.1 of a little double update in honour of Troye's 21 birthday!!
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*Fangirls quietly in corner*

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BYE BYE
(Till pt.2)
-Michelle

PS unedited as usual