a/n: happy easter! (if you celebrate)
i love zoella but for story purposes i'm making her a lil bitch at first okok. love ya munchkins, enjoy.
Jacob's pov
I didn't mind at first.
I didn't mind when it was just pointing and hushed whispers coming from them. Not even when Jim Chapman came up to me trying to get information on Troye. Not even when Tyler Oakley shoved past me while I was walking to RE. But now, when Zoey, Joe Sugg's sister, comes up to my pointing a finger at me, that's when I got sick of this.
"I know you, Bixenman. I know you and your fucked up family. I know you're going to fuck up Troye. You need to back off, we need him, and we don't need him all depressed once you're finished with him." She said, looking up at me as if I were the worst human on earth.
My heart feels as though it drops down to my feet. I clench my jaw and look away, nodding an okay to her.
"Please leave us alone, Zoey." I had muttered, walking around her and getting to RE.
Trudging into Troye's bedroom, I spot him scribbling on paper, looking to be frustrated.
"Your friends don't like me," I mutter, dropping down on his bed and getting under the covers.
He doesn't even flinch in awareness that I'm here, he just keeps his eyes down and continues dragging lead across his paper harshly.
"I don't care what my friends think."
I don't say anything after that, I don't tell him what Zoey said, I don't give him more to worry about. He doesn't need to know, they'll get over this soon enough. I just hope the clueless kids don't go after Troye where it hurts.
...
"Let's go on a date."
Words I didn't exactly expect to come from the boy. Nonetheless, my chin dropped in shock and I nodded yes over and over and over again. He giggled at my goofiness and pulled me in for a savouring kiss, straddling my hips and staring down at me. It would've been considered awkward any other time, the two of us locking eyes while kissing, but this time was... different. It was sensual. Nothing came of it, but it was sensual. A needy yet distanced kiss twisted with that never-ending silliness we can never manage to get away and a sense of security. It was like we spoke through tongues that this is real. We're here, we're here for each other, we're not alone. We'll never be alone as long as we have each other.
Soon enough, we got up and changed into more formidable outfits. Troye had sprayed himself with the prettiest of his mother's perfumes and managed to talk me into getting a spritz or two of it myself. It smells like flowers, okay. It's fucking lovely.
In nearly twenty minutes, we strutted out the flat hand in hand in our nicest coats Shaun decided to treat us with days prior and enough money for a nice meal around here. I let Troye pick out the diner, him deciding on a fancy ballroom lit looking diner. If we didn't have our slick black coats on, surely we would look and feel under-dressed. We got our table in the middle of the room, Troye murmuring that he's scared of the back corners of restaurants. He said that's where scary people go, or people that don't want to be seen. He wants to be seen. Troye is a silly boy, but I admire that.
As we sit down and set thick green cloths over our laps, the waiter claims that she'll be right back and skips off to the other side of the restaurant. With a small smile, I watch Troye's eyes dart over the table, noticing every last item on it. The utensils wrapped in the same thick dark green cloth that's on our laps, the small assortment of salt, pepper, and sugar, and the empty plates set on either sides of us.
He hesitates then looks around, when he clarifies to himself that no one's watching, he turns back to the table and moves everything around until the table looks symmetrical. The assortment of spices, he nudges to the side of the table on his left. The two collections of utensils, he picks up and sets them back down on our dominant hand's side to where they are vertically facing out straight forward. Then with our plates, he scoots them across the oak table until they are perfectly straight in front of us. I watch him curiously, unaware this was a thing he even does.
