PART 7
Troye's POV
I was awoken suddenly, dripping with water and freezing cold. I turned the torch on on my phone and looked around.
Oh my god. Tyler Oakley. He was asleep.
I quickly turned the bright beam off him, hoping he wouldn’t wake up. I turned the light around the bedroom, not seeing anything unusual.
I felt another cold chill take over my body and I realised the window was wide open and so were the lush turquoise curtains. And there was a full-blown storm out side. I jumped out of bed and walked over to the window. I was struggling in the dark for about 10 minutes when a certain, cute American piped up.
“Need some help there?” Tyler laughed, stretching. I turned to face him, running my hands through my hair. He grabbed his glasses and came over next to me, “what woke you up?”
“Oh nothing much. Only the fact that I was soaking wet and freezing cold,” I said in a monotone voice, trying to be sarcastic.
“Really? I heard you struggling, that’s what woke me up,” he said, trying (and failing) not to laugh at the fact that I was still dripping and shaking.
“Heard me struggling?” I asked, putting a lot more effort into closing the window than he was.
“Yea. It’s like my sixth sense. Honestly, I think I’m superman or something…” he said, seriously, “wait, do you have superman in Australia?”
“Yes. Yes we do,” I said laughing at him.
He stopped talking for a while and began actually trying.
Tyler's POV
“I can’t do it!” I sighed, finally, flopping back onto Troye’s bed.
“Well. I’m freezing!” he moaned, sitting down next to me.
“Are you tired?” I asked, turning to face him.
“No. Not at all. I slept on the plane,” he said, “you?”
“No. I don’t know why though. I guess its less time zones though. Wait, is it less time zones?” I asked, not sure about the geography.
“I don’t know. I can’t even remember how long the plane journey was. Want to eat?” he asked me.
Troye Sivan just asked me if I wanted to eat with me. I literally can’t believe how awesome this holiday has started out to be.
“And just leave he window?” I asked. He grinned at me, “where shall we go?”
“I don’t know. The nearest Maccies?” he said, walking over to his wardrobe and grabbing some clothes.
“What?” I asked, getting up as well.
“Maccies? Mcdonalds!” he laughed, “I’m going to the batroom. You stay in here?”
I agreed and got changed. Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” I smiled, walking over to the door and putting on the same shoes as I wore earlier.
“Snap!” Troye shouted, louder than hr should have done, since Zalfie were in bed. I guess most people were. It was 3:00AM.
“What?” I asked, whispering.
He pointed at our shoes and laughed. I smiled at him and we both said, “snap” once again.
I laughed. We walked out into the storm and I quickly felt the cold kick in. I looked down at my bare arms and I felt stupid for not wearing a coat. Troye wasn’t either though, so I guess its not all bad.
"Wanna take a taxi? Ill pay. Its freezing out here!” troye suggested, as we walked further down the road to the taxi stop.
“Yea. Don’t worry, ill pay,” I said, pulling my wallet out of my back pocket and carefully taking out a fresh $20 and playing with it in my hands.
Troye’s POV
At that moment I don’t know what came over me, but I suddenly felt brave. Brave enough to actually talk. Brave enough to laugh. Brave ebough to not have to pretend I was anyone but Troye Sivan.
“Look at the lights! There everywhere!” I smiled, pointing to the first proper Christmas decorations I had seen all year.
“Theyre adorable! Look, its santa!” tyler exclaimed, pointing to ‘Santa’ sat on the back of a sleigh… being pulled by a land rover. I waved, like a little kid, at him and he waved back.
Tyler laughed at my childishness and called a cab over for us. We climbed in and asked to go to the nearest Mcdonalds.
“Mcdonalds?” the driver asked, in a strong southern accent.
“Yea. The fast food place?” I responded.
“Not one of those round here, matey,” he replied.
“Burger king?”
“No,”
“KFC?”
“No,”
“Nandos?”
“No,”
“Subway?”
“No. but there is a French Fry place about 5 miles left?” he said, getting even more bored with this situation than we were.
“Lets go then,” tyler said, rolling his eyes and me and chuckling quitley.
We arrived about 10 minutes later at a gross, old fast food restaurant that looked to be greasy on the putside, let alone in the food.
Tyler’s POV
“Were not going in here aqre we?” I asked troye, when the driver had been paid and driven off.
“No. what do you want to do instead?” he asked me, looking up at the sky to check for rain clouds.
“I don’t know. I cant remember how to get back, and I think its going to rain. Ive got $30, so you pick?” I said reaching back into my wallet.
He shrugged his shoulders awkwardly and spun on the spot for a while.
“Stop that!” I laughed, grabbing his shoulder and gently pulling him down the road, “I have an idea.”
I walked down the road to a horse drawn carridge pick up and drop off station. I asked the man if he could take us home and he agreed. We got into the carrige, a lovely black one being pulled by a beautiful grey speckled horse.
*Authors Note*
Sorry I missed yesterday. I'm just a bit bust at the min :(
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