Youtuber One-shots

You Make It Kinda Hard Not To Stare

*Tyler's POV*

"So, Romeo had killed himself, believing Juliet had done the same. But what she actually did was..." I block out what the teachers saying, staring across the room at  him.

He's just so beautiful.

I want him to be mine.

"Tyler, do you know the answer to number 7?" I snap my head down at the sheet of questions on my desk.

7). Why did Juliet take the sleeping potion?

"Uh, she was trying to avoid marrying Paris?"

"Good. But next time I'd like you to pay more attention, please." I nod and sigh, trying my best not to stare at Troye again.

I fail.

My eyes wonder back to the desk that he's sitting at, taking in his beautiful features.

His chocolate, curly hair.

Porcelain skin.

Piercing blue eyes.

He suddenly locks eyes with me and I quickly turn back to the teacher.

Shit shit shit.

Another strenuous twenty minutes later and the bell's ringing, dismissing us to our last class of the day.

I quickly pack up my things and rush out, trying to avoid Troye if he decides to ask about the staring.

Yeah, no.

I get up and immediately crash into Troye, mentally cursing myself as his stuff falls to the ground.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." I crouch down and grab his books for him, quickly handing them back and walking away to avoid conversation.

"Tyler, wait!" He calls and I shut my eyes, sighing and turning around begrudgingly to face him.

"Hey."

"Um, I know this is like really, really random but could I like come over after school? I need to talk to you."

Oh shit.

"Uh, yeah, no problem. We can take my car."

"That sounds good."

"Okay."

"I'll meet you at your locker at the end of the day." I nod and we go our separate ways, him to Algebra I and me to Global Studies.

I couldn't focus for the rest of the day, constantly thinking about Troye coming over.

Was he gonna say he saw me staring and wants me to leave him alone from now on?

Thinks I'm a freak for staring?

Doesn't wanna even be friends anymore?

As soon as the school day ends, I'm rushing to my locker and haphazardly putting my stuff into my backpack and zipping it up, putting it over my shoulders and slamming my locker shut as I wait for Troye.

"Hey, you ready?" I look up at Troye and force a small smile, nodding and walking out the front doors of the school with him.

I unlock my car and get into the driver's seat, buckling my seatbelt and turning the key in the ignition as he gets on his seatbelt.

I throw my bag into the back seat and as I pull out of the school parking lot, Troye speaks up.

"Can we put on the radio?"

"Yeah, no problem." I reach out for the dial and Troye's hand meets mine with a spark.

God damn it.

"Sorry." I mumble and he just turns on the radio, putting the volume up a couple notches.

"Round the corner and down the hall
You're the only one I see
A little over 5 feet tall, just under 5 til the next bell rings
Sneakin out and sneak a touch, do you think they saw?" Troye's voice is heavenly as he sings along to the song.

I really hate the effect he has on me.

I've never felt like this towards anyone else.

"...smokey scenes and kissing necks. This is it. We are gold. You are fire." I put on my blinker and turn into my driveway, parking.

I grab my bag from the back and we both get out of the car, shutting our doors.

"My parents aren't home but they won't mind." I tell him as I unlock the door and step aside to let him in, following after him up the steps.

He walks into my room and I shut the door behind us, tossing my bag to the floor as he sits on my bed.

"So, not to be rude, but why exactly did you wanna come over?" I ask as I sit next to him.

"Well, I kinda wanted to talk about something."

FUCK.

"Oh, okay. Go ahead." I start to get really nervous and he turns to look at me.

"Ty," he sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "Why do you always... always stare at me?" I swallow out of nervousness and look down at my hands that are now in my lap.

"I just... I don't know."

"Yes you do."

"You make it kind of hard not to." I mumble.

"I can't hear you, Ty." I look up at him.

"You make it hard not to stare..." I say again.

"What does that mean?" I sigh and get up, pacing around the room so I don't have to be next to him when he gets mad due to what I'm gonna say.

"You're... you're just so attractive, okay? I can't help it when you look like that." He looks up at me.

"Ty I-"

"No, I'm sorry. I'll stop. We don't even have to talk anymore if you don't want to. I'll stop. I promise." I watch nervously as he gets up and walks closer to me.

"Do you just find me attractive, then? Just eye candy, right?"

"Um, ye-yeah?" It comes out more like a question.

"Be honest please."

"I-I find you more than attractive. I just... I love being with you and spending time with you and you're just so fucking amazing, you know? And I'm-" He holds my head in his hands and I look up at him, my breathing becoming more erratic.

"And you're perfect." He whispers, tilting my head up slightly and pressing his lips to mine.

I freeze but slowly start to move my lips against his, wrapping my arms lightly around him and pulling him closer to me.

He moves me back to the bed with him and sits down, pulling me on his lap while our lips never once disconnect.

I move my hand to rest it against his neck, the other one staying upon his shoulder.

He uses his thumb to caress my cheek softly and pulls away, resting his forehead against mine as we both smile.

"Do you even know how long I've wanted to kiss you?" He asks and I blush.

"How long?"

"Since I first laid my eyes on you." I blush and hide my face in his neck, kissing his skin softly.

"I... I wanna be with you." I whisper nervously, scared he won't want anything serious.

"Then you have to promise me something."

"Yeah?" I look up at him.

"You'll only stare at me."