American Boy (Tracob) [COMPLETED]

one

troye's pov

rain droplets covered the bus windows.

i watched as the outside scenery blurred through the movement of the bus.

new york is very different from my hometown in australia.

im taking a bus to my apartment, that i rented here, and i have a roommate.

i didn't really ask for one, he just kinda asked 'hey, wanna live in an apartment with me?' and i was like sure okay.

i know it isn't fake. i have his number and i called him once or twice.

i don't know what he looks like though.

that might be a good thing.

what if hes like totally hot or something.

he also has like a really deep voice.

i like it.

the bus reached my stop, the bus slowly stopping.

i walked off the bus, seeing my apartment building a couple streets away.

i started walking towards the building, when my ringer started going off.

"hello?" i asked.

"hi honey! how is new york?"

"hi mum! new york is nice so far, the people here are really nice and the weather is so nice."

"that's good. are you at your apartment yet?"

"not yet, i just got off the bus. im walking there now."

"okay, just be safe? love you."

"i will mum, love you too."

i hung up, putting my phone into my back pocket.

i reached the building, opening the big glass doors.

the lobby is quite small, just a couple of chairs and a couch in the corner.

i pushed the button for an elevator.

i walked into the elevator, seeing the walls are covered with mirrors.

this is going to be fun.

i never really had a roommate before, how is this going to work out.

is he nice? probably. he must be nice if he lets me live with him.

the elevator stopped at floor 7, the large silver doors opening slowly.

the walls and floor in the hallways are white, with a slight grey shade to the carpet.

i walked down the halls searching for room 552, finding it in the second hallway i went down.

i tried to open the door, it being locked.

i don't have a key, so I texted my roommate to unlock the door.

i heard footsteps towards the door, hearing the click of the door unlocking

i opened the door, to see a tall boy, leaning on the kitchen table.

"welcome home." he smiled.

he is absolutely flawless.

his dark also quite curly hair, slightly tanned skin, dark eyes. all ive ever wanted.

i stared at him.

"uh hello?" he said, waving his hand in my face.

"oh sorry, hi." i smiled.

"hi." he smiled.

that smile is just.

wow.

"i'll show you your room," he said, leading me around. he stopped at the end of the hallway, opening the door.

"it's not that big, the rooms that came here aren't that great." he said.

"thanks." i said.

i walked in and put my bags on the wooden floor.

i don't know what he's talking about, this room is quite large.

the walls are white, the wood is a light birch, a big window showing the whole city.

"i uh ordered the bed we were talking about, it should be coming tomorrow or something,"

"if you want, tonight you can sleep in my bed, and i'll go on the couch." he said.

"thank you, but I can sleep on the couch tonight." I replied.

he nodded.

"oh and here is they key to get in here, just in case im sleeping or not home or something." he said, handing me the key.

"thanks." i repeated.

"youre welcome." he flashed a smile.

he walked out of the room.

"oh and one more thing-" he walked back in.

"i hope that you don't mind that my girlfriend will be here at times."

girlfriend.

"oh, okay, thats fine i dont mind." i said.

"okay great, well im going to pick up dinner, i'll be back in like 30 minutes at the most?" he smiled.

"okay." i said.

he walked away, hearing shuffling from the living room then hearing the front door shut.