Gasoline ➳ troyler a.u

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Troye's POV

"HOLY SHIT, TYLER!" I squealed after being pushed for the millionth time. We were on the swings telling each other random stuff, when I made the mistake of telling him I was always afraid of swinging on a swing. I say this, on a swing. I'm a genius, I know.

He had been pushing me for a while now, and when he started I was clinging to the swing for dear life, but I think I have the hang of it now. I just had to hold on, that's all.

I hadn't even realised Tyler had stopped pushing me until I saw him swinging as high as I was. How'd he do that when he'd been pushing me for the past ten minutes? "When did you get on the swings?" I asked curiously in the midst of swinging up.

"I've been here for a pretty long time, you've been swinging by yourself for quite a while, I only pushed you like three times at most." Tyler giggled at my obliviousness.

"Wait, so I've been screaming at you for the whole time for no reason?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Well, not entirely, you put on quite a show for the people passing." He giggled. Out of context, if someone heard 'holy shit, Tyler', they would probably be alarmed.

Tyler dug his feet on the ground to bring his swing to an abrupt stop, only to laugh. I slowed down my swing as well to stop simply because I couldn't exactly find out how to stop like Tyler did without lunging forward.

"What's so funny?" I asked with a bland tone, anticipating it being about me.

"You," he continued to giggle. Why am I not surprised? "Well, not you-you, but like, your reaction, it's like you just realised something and now you're mortified." He stifled his laughs for my sake, which by the way, doesn't help.

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I get terrified when I'm in a fast car. All the bumps in the road always gets me anxious, plus, I get sick." He told me, presumably to make me forget about the utter embarrassment I felt now.

"I'll keep that in mind.." I trailed off, not really paying much attention as to what I had been saying. I hadn't meant anything by it, but he seemed slightly alarmed.

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"I'm afraid of falling in the ocean, I never know what could be in there, how deep it is, or if I could handle it." I said, completely opening up to Tyler, after an hour or so. We had been talking a lot, particularly about our fears. The only people who knew about my ocean fear was my family, and that was only from when Steele thought it would be fun to push me in.

"Funny, I'm terrified of the sand! Imagine all the things that could be hiding in it. Broken glass, bugs, do you know once I stepped on a dead turtle, and never went to the beach ever again?" He continued, us deep into our conversation.

"I'm not terrified of the sand, but I can't say it doesn't disgust me." I cringed, at the thought of it.

"I guess it's safe to say we're never going to the beach," Tyler joked causing me to giggle. That statement did make me wonder however. Was he implying that he wanted to hang out with me? Or was he just pointing out a similarity? How do I even know he meant what he said, Troye? He was probably just saying it nonchalantly, it's not like you're special enough to hang out with him.

I pushed these negative thoughts out of my head, slightly proud for doing so. Whenever I was with anyone, even Connor, I couldn't find a way to get out of my head. What did Tyler have over me? Seriously? Either way, it's working and I'm glad I'm under whatever spell it is. At this point I didn't care about what he did anymore, he was fun to be around.

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"I'm afraid of drinking. Just the thought of not being able to make coherent decisions of your mind or body scares me. All the empty calories, the overwhelming sense of intoxication, all of it.." He said, quietly.

I was nonchalantly looking up at the sky expecting him to follow up with another comment or something to add on. To my surprise, he didn't. I looked over at him, to find him looking down, almost shamefully. "Hey, you okay?" I asked, cautiously. He didn't look okay. He looked like the Tyler I saw in the nurses office. Remorseful and ashamed. That's not the Tyler I wanted to see. I wanted to see the happy Tyler, laughing at me when I found out he hadn't been pushing me. I wanted to see the Tyler in gym class, feeling pride when we won for the team. I hated seeing him upset despite how little I knew him.

"Yeah, I'm fine.." He trailed off, not convincing in the slightest bit. He fumbled with the hem of his shirt, which I must admit was cute but should be taken seriously. It could mean that somethings terribly wrong.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked.

"There's not really much to talk about. Last year was just a back and forth of drinking and regretting. I would drink my mom's drinks only to water them down before she noticed they were one fourth empty. I almost flunked out of school, because I was doing poorly. I would wake up with a massive hangover everyday just before school but it didn't matter, because at the time, I thought drinking solved my problems." He said, rendering me speechless.

"Well, none of that matters now, that's in the past. You're doing better now. You doing well is all that matters. It's a new school year and noes a chance to turn that all around."  I said, earnestly.

I truly didn't want Tyler or anyone for that matter destroying themselves like that, illegally. He's not even allowed to drink at this age. But then again we shouldn't be able to cut class unless we're 18.

"Yeah.." He said, still looking down. He didn't seem convinced. Matter of fact, he seemed as if there was more to it. Either way; it shouldn't have mattered.

But that's the thing, it did. Everything about Tyler did. Three weeks ago, I didn't even know him, but here I am now intrigued. I can't recall the last person who's ever had my attention like that. People like him shouldn't be neglected, if anything he should be of vast importance. He was vast. He is vast.

I don't care what it takes, I will figure out Tyler Oakley.

I'm back bitches; lmao jk, you aren't bitches. If anything you guys are lovely. How are ya? Okay lmao I don't really have anything to write for this authors note except for how incredibly sorry I am for the painfully slow updates. Along with my cousins arrival this week, I was downright lazy. Either way, this chapter is here and I have so many more ideas for this story. So don't be surprised if you don't get immediate updates from BADLANDS, Daddy Issues or IFFMBE. And the song book, yeah I don't even know. Either way, this story is my main priority but I still will update the others. Just not as much as before. Thanks babes, love you alllllll

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