Troyler Takes L.A.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
-Tyler's POV-

I sat on the couch as Troye slept on my lap.

The remote was on the armrest of the couch so I grabbed it and turned on the tv.

There wasn't anything on, so I watched one of Gaga's interviews with Oprah that I recorded

I ran my fingers through Troye's hair as the show played.

At one part Gaga is talking about how she did a tribute to a young gay teen who hung himself named Jamey. She sang her song 'Hair' from her Born This Way album at one of her concerts in his memory.

I'm not gonna lie, it brought tears to my eyes. No one should ever be treated so badly for being who they are. It's ridiculous.

"Babe? Are you okay?" I saw Troye now awake still laying in my lap.
"Yeah I'm fine." I said as I wiped a tear from my cheek.
"What's wrong?" Troye said sitting up and hugging me.
"This show. Gaga. Oprah. The gay kid. " I said in jumbled up words.
"Tyler it's okay." He said hugging me.
"Okay. I'm fine now." I said as Troye let go of our hug and I fixed my hair.
"Okay." Troye said kissing my forehead.

I really needed Troye. He comforted me like no one else could.
He calmed me down.

We finished watching the show, and by that time it was 1 in the afternoon.

"Do you wanna go out for lunch or just stay in?" I asked Troye while we walked around the kitchen.
"Uhm I don't know." Troye said opening his laptop and shuffling his music.
"LETS DANCE" He yelled as One Direction's Best Song Ever started to play.

He started to do that awkward dancing that he does across the living room.
I set my elbow on the counter, rested my head on my hand and smiled the biggest smile ever.
"I love you babe." I giggled as he danced around.
"Join me!!" He said walking over to me and grabbing my hands.
"No!!!" I yelled.
"I'm gonna tickle you" Troye said still holding my hands.
"I will rip your hands off." I laughed sarcastically.
"Then dance!!" He giggled.
"I don't wanna!!" I complained.

Before I knew it I was on the floor being tickle attacked by Troye.

"Troye!!" I yelled "Stop I don't like being tickled!!" I whined in between giggles.
"You wouldn't dance!!" He teased still tickling me.
"Babe!!" I giggled. "Please stop."
He stopped tickling me and I sat up.
"Thank you. Love you." I said standing up.
He pouted and crossed his arms whilst still sitting on the floor.
"I want Taco Bell, are you coming or not?" I said sitting next to him on the floor.
"Yes..." He said, his voice trailing off.
"Ok. Let's go." I said pecking him on the lips and then standing up.

As we had still not gotten dressed we went upstairs for a quick shower.
After getting dressed and styling our hair, we got in the car and left.

One thing I loved about driving with Troye is that either he would tell me stories about his life, or he would just be quiet and kept me company. I loved that.
It seemed like no matter what Troye was doing, he would always to it perfectly.

We went through the Taco Bell drive thru then went back home and ate.
"Wanna some friends to come over?" I asked while we were sitting in the lounge eating.
"I guess. Who?" He asked.
"I don't know... Sawyer, Joey and Shane maybe?" I suggested.
"One straight guy out of all of us? Okay..." Troye laughed.

He made a point.
Sawyer was the only straight, and single one who would be there.

"It's fine, we're all friends here." I giggled.
"Ok." Troye said.

I pulled out my phone and texted each of them the same thing.
'Wanna come hang out at Troye and I's place?' I asked.
Only Joey and Shane replied, which made things easier.

"It's only gonna be Joey and Shane." I said to Troye, laying my head on his shoulder.
"Okay." He said.

Joey and Shane had been good friends of mine. I wasn't really interested in them, but when they got together, I was jealous of their relationship, but now that I have Troye I won't be the third wheel.

I texted Joey.
'What time y'all gonna be here?' I asked
'Like an hour.' He replied
'K girl. See you then.'

I finished laundry and then Troye brought it upstairs for me.
I was weird that I had Troye living with me now. It was a good weird.
I loved having him there all the time rather than skyping a lot and the time differences were the worst.
We usually hung around at home, or went out to eat.
I was thinking of a place Troye and I could go have fun.
Different places ran through my head.
'Disney, Santa Monica, Huntington. So many places.' I thought.

I was upstairs when Troye heard a knock at the door.

"Babe Shane and Joey are here!!" He yelled up the stairs, opening the door.
"Jeez, long time no see Joey." I giggled.
I saw him and Shane standing in the doorway with their hands intertwined.
I saw Troye smile and grab mine as Joey spoke.
"You know boy." He said in that Joey voice.

We watched movies and just hung out with the guys.
****3 hours later****

-Troye's POV-

After the guys left it was just Tyler and I at home again.

"I feel like you act different around them." I said as I walked up the stairs behind Tyler.
"I do not." Tyler said sassily.
"I feel like you're quiet around them." I said when we stopped at the top of the stairs.
"I do not." Tyler said again.
"But you do Tyler. Is something wrong?" I asked stopping in front of Tyler so he couldn't get into our bedroom.
"No. There isn't. Now move." Tyler said in a mad voice.
"Really what's wrong?" I asked walking towards him while he was at his closet.
"Nothing." He said walking into the bathroom and shutting the door in my face.
"Babe open the door." I said leaning against the frame.
"Go away Troye." Tyler said turning on the shower.

I didn't know what was going on. It was rare that Tyler was ever mad at me.
It was also rare that Tyler and I didn't shower together.

I waited outside till he was done.
He walked out in pajamas and messy hair. He pushed me out of the way and walked downstairs.
"Babe what's wrong?!" I yelled through the door down the hall.
"Nothing leave me alone." He yelled back.
"Tell me when you stop acting like this!!" I yelled slamming our bedroom door.

I pushed my back against the door and slid down till I was sitting on the floor.
'Was this our first fight?' I thought laying my head in my hands.

What was going on?
My hands started to shake and I felt a tear stream down my face.

I fished for my phone in my pocket.
"I'm sorry." I texted.
I could see that Tyler read my message.
No reply though.

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