‘I know what that’s like’
Jacob’s POV
Troye invited me to go with him on Bruno’s walk with him around Central Park today so I get showered and dressed to meet him at his apartment.
I have to say; I don't know why but since Kayla had come for her stay Troye has been acting a bit different.
Not a bad different just… different. But I can’t quite put my finger on how or as to why; it’s probably just me and most likely my school girl crush on him growing by the day.
I rush over to his apartment, just walking in as he told me to do so and I am greeted excitedly by Bruno who had been lying on the carpet in the living room.
“Hey Jacob,” Troye greets happily as he walks down the stairs. He looks amazing, as always, his denim jeans hugging his legs perfectly and his white sweater just a few sizes too big, why does that make him just that much more adorable to me?
I snap myself out of my reverie, Troye probably wondering why I still had not greeted him back.
“Hey Troye,” I say quickly while shaking my head a little bit to try rid my mind of the thoughts that had actually slowly started to become more erotic.
We get Bruno into his harness and then set out to the street to make our way to central park.
We chat about what we were going to be doing over the break, which is fast approaching in a couple weeks in fact.
Troye says he will just be spending time with his family in Australia while I will be doing the same back in Pennsylvania with my mom, and honestly my heart aches to see her again.
While we make our way round central park we laugh over simple things and speak about the most random of things, ultimately making us just that much closer.
Watching Troye today in the soft sunshine of the park, laughing or just wearing a content smile made me realise just how much I am crushing on him, and oh it is bad.
“So you and Kayla are close hey,” I say. Troye perks up at the mention of her name immediately.
“Oh yeah, very I mean we have been friends since we were like three or something. She has always been there you know, that one person you have in life you can always depend on.”
“Yeah, I know what that’s like,” I say with a smile.
“Have you got any friends still from high school?”
“Uh, you know Troye, none at all. I was never one for close friends. I mean I had the people I hung out with but I never truly fit in with anyone, I was always pushed to the side lines.
The only person I have truly connected with and can depend on like you can with Kayla is my mom, as lame as that sounds.”
“That is not lame Jacob, don’t be ridiculous,” he says with a playful scoff. “I understand what you mean though about not fitting in. I only had Kayla and a few other people. The special needs school I went to- I never fit in with the other kids.
Have you like, got any reason, or did you just simply not get along with your peers?”
“I guess I do. The biggest reason I think is when all the guys I hung out with would go to all these parties, I tagged along to just keep within my social group and not be completely alone but I could never do what they did. They would like get blackout drunk, cause havoc really. Also just kiss any girl they pleased.”
“I understand the first bit but why not just kiss a girl though?” he asks curiously, I answer without hesitation.
“Well I don’t swing that way, I realised I was gay from a young age and I accepted that. I never told anyone though until leaving school.”
“Oh, I see,” I realise something rather quickly, fearing the worst naturally.
“Y-you not like homophobic right?” Troye burst out laughing and shook his head.
“No J, no need to fear. That would be rather hypocritical of me,” I sigh in relief, in fact, I sigh in relief not just because he is not some homophobe but because he was gay as well. Huh.
“Oh thank God that could have become really awkward,” I say with a light laugh.
“Yeah,” he says with another giggle.
The afternoon could not have been any sweeter.
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Troye’s POV
When walking back inside my apartment that afternoon I felt like a stereotypical high school girl, even going on to lean against my closed front door and sighing happily to myself.
Finding out Jacob was gay as well made me happy but then I remembered how unrealistic I was being, why would he even like me as it is? That thought did not dampen my mood though as I made myself something to eat and continued to think about him, singing and prancing around my apartment as I did so.
After eating I made my way up to my bedroom, with Bruno behind me, and collapsed on my bed to call my mum.
Bruno made himself comfortable by lying at my side and leaning his head on my shoulder while I found my mum’s contact and pressed ‘call’.
“Hi Tok!” she beams, making me smile to myself as I miss hearing her voice every day.
“Hey ma, how are things back home?”
“Good, I hear from Kayla things are going good there as well,” my eyes widen and I can feel my cheeks burn crimson already.
“Oh no, why that tone? What did she tell you?” I say, putting a hand over my eyes and groaning.
“Well that school is good and that you have an admirer, that’s about it,” she chuckles teasingly.
“No mum, he is not an admirer. Just a friend.”
“Even if that is so it doesn’t change the fact that you like him.”
“Yeah mum, as a friend.”
“Keep denying it all you want my boy, a mother always knows everything and so does her son’s best friend.”
“Stop, please,” I cannot help but blush. Fine she was right but she did not have to call me out on my hopeless crush on a boy.
“But my boy, as Kayla told you, you are so handsome and there is no way that this Jacob can look past that.”
“Oh my God, she told you his name too,” I say with another groan, pushing aside her compliment.
