Lost in Paradise - A Troyler FanFic -

Pleasure

Pleasure

noun
- a feeling of happy satisfaction and enjoyment.

adjective
- used or intended for entertainment rather than business.

verb
- give sexual enjoyment or satisfaction to.

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Tyler POV

"So, uh, I guess you'll be able to get a proper sleep tonight, huh?" I scuffed my feet in embarrassment, a light blush surely colouring my cheeks as I tried to look anywhere but at him.

"How do you figure?" He asked, obviously confused with my sudden shyness.

"Well, I won't be there kicking you in the middle of the night and talking in my sleep for one..." Laurelle had finally gotten around to making up the spare room for me to sleep in.  To be totally honest, I wasn't all that happy, but I could hardly protest against it.

"Oh." His response, or lack of one, caught my attention. He sounded disappointed. My breath caught in my throat as I hoped for the best. Did he like sleeping next to me too?

I waited patiently for his response. When I didn't get one, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

"Yeah... so, um, I'm going to head to bed now... I guess?" My words seemed to snap him out of his daydreaming.

"Y-yeah, me too... Good night Ty!" He spun around quickly, shutting the door behind him with a slight wave to my stunned face.

I stared in shock at the door in front of me, not quite sure what to make of Troye's abrupt departure. Did he truly hate sleeping next to me that much? Were his joking remarks true after all?

I sighed heavily, completely fed up with my rampant emotions. "Could have just told me I was that uncomfortable to sleep with... no need to joke and toy with my emotions." I muttered bitterly before turning to retreat to what was now my room.

It was moments like these that I wished to be home and in my own bed, rather than half way across the world in a strange country with people I thought I once knew.

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I spent the night tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable with the turmoil racing through my mind. Did he like me or not? Was it all just a joke to him? Did he understand what he was doing to me?

I stared at the ceiling, trying to rid myself of the questions plaguing my mind. The sooner they were out, the better. It wouldn't help our currently fragile friendship if I continued to question every interaction in detail.

So he doesn't like you. Does it hurt? Yes. But he made his feelings clear from the start and you rejected them. It wouldn't make any sense for him to keep hold of them in hopes that I'd one day change my mind, so what was the point in doing the same?

Because you did change your mind.

I huffed in frustration at myself. Just because I'd changed my mind, doesn't mean he'd held on to hope. Of course he was 'over me'.

I lay in silence for some time, trying to distract myself from the hopeless thoughts.

Maybe my people can help keep my mind off things long enough for me to fall asleep.

I opened twitter, quickly scrolling through my 'while you were away' notifications before clicking on the little quill to draft a tweet.

"Hey y'all, who's up for a quick late night twitter Q&Slay?! Tweet your questions with #AskTyler ... GO GO GO!!"