Troyler 4 Life

Nutella on pancakes

 < sorry for that last chapter love ya >

Tyler's pov:

I sit up, breathing heavily, looks over at Troye who was sound asleep using Tyler as a pillow.

" Tyler. Tyler stop," Troye sleep talks.

I kiss Troye's forehead and fall back to sleep.

--next morning-- 8 am

Tyler wakes up to Troye sitting up scrolling through tumbler.

" Awe look who decided to get up," Troye says while looking at little Tyler.

" Man I'm glad you didn't kill me!" Tyler says. Troye looks at him confused.

" What are you talking about, I would never kill you?" Troye says while raising an eyebrow.

" Oh I had this dream where you sorta killed me," I explained my dream.

" wow, well I would never kill you, hopefully," Troye winks. Tyler shoves Troye playfully.

" Love you too!" Tyler laughs. " So, what do you want for breakfast?"

" Pancakes with Nutella!!" Troye replied so fast that Tyler was shook.

" Ok, well then we have to run to target to get some Nutella, I jut ran out"

" Fine! But how dare you eat all my Nutella!" Troye says and then they went and go dressed. I walk into my room and take off my shirt. Troye walks in.

" oh, " he looks at my chest, " sorry " he turns around, " but can I use your shower?"

" yea it's down the hall to the left." I replied. Troye leaves and I continue to get dressed. I try to look as cute as possible, for no reason.... ok I need to stop lying to myself, it's for Troye he is always so cute and I am like 7 years older than him. So I am basically a whole fucking decade older, which is an generation. I am in a flipping other generation than my flipping true love! Why does he even like me? I am like really old compared to him. I shouldn't even like him. This is wrong, his parents wouldn't like their son dating someone that much older than him!

--- 5 minutes of just standing there, Troye gets out of the shower.---

" Hey Tyler" Troye says from the other room, " where are you?" He knocks on Tyler's door but there wasn't any response. So, he went in and saw Tyler laying on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

"Hey," Troye said when he put his hand on my arm." are you ok?"

" what?" Tyler shakes his head, " yea sorry I was in deep thought."

" yea you sorta need to put on pants still." Troye says and looks at Tyler's face.

" oh right," Tyler says still out of it. I get up and put pants on while Troye just awkwardly looked around my room.

< I'm sorry for that last chapter...... Stay alive!! >