American Boy (Tracob) [COMPLETED]

six

my eyes fluttered open being brightly blinded by the sun. i let my eyes adjust to the light, then looked at my surroundings. im in my room. i lied there for a while, staring at the ceiling, then i checked my phone for the time. it's ten in the morning. i sighed, and got up from bed. i opened the door to my room and walked out. i saw jacob exit the bathroom.

he looked at me. "hey troye."

"hi." i replied.

he smiled, and walked towards me.

"listen jacob," i started.

"do you remember anything from last night? when you came back? being drunk?" i asked.

he shook his head, "mm, no. what happened?"

exactly.

"nothing, nothing happened. i was just making sure." i said.

"well okay, wanna go out for breakfast?" he asked.

"yeah." i said slowly.

i walked to the bathroom, and began to brush my teeth.

i knew he wouldn't remember. what he said to me. that he kissed me. any of it.  and that's why im upset with myself. for thinking he actually does love me, and that the kiss meant something, and believing he's actually gay. but he's not. and none of that was real. just a drunken accident.

i finished brushing my teeth, and hurried to my room to get dressed. i put on a dark green cardigan over a white tee shirt with black skinny jeans and black converse.

i put my phone in my back pocket.

i walked out of my room and waited for jacob, while leaning against my door.

he came out of his room, wearing a white tee shirt tucked into black skinny jeans.

"ready?" he smiled.

"yeah." i said.

we started walking, until we got close to to front door.

"and one more thing," he stopped. he grabbed onto my waist and pulled me towards him, pressing lips against mine.

"i remember." he said, letting me go.