Troye's pov
What do people do the day after they've graduated? The day starting the rest of their lives. Do they cry in relief? Do they cheer and party/rage for days?
I don't know, what we're doing is a little different.
"Fuck!" I yelp, biting down on my hand to silence myself.
"Right there! Mm, fuck!" I groan.
Jacob chuckles, smoothing his hand over my back.
"Calm down, babe, I'm almost done." He murmurs, pricking me with the needle.
That's right, we're doing those stupid stick-and-poke tattoos.
"This was the worst idea we have ever come up with," I grumble, resting my cheek on my pillow.
He continues poking me with the needle until he's finished, tossing it into the tin on the bed and blowing on the skin of my shoulder.
"Let your boyfriend tattoo a heart on your back, they said. It will be fun, they said!" I mutter, sitting up and turning around to face a cheeky boy grinning down at me.
"It's cute, hush." He pauses, "Wanna see it?"
I drop my exaggerated pout and nod, "Hells yeah."
"Turn around."
He pulls out his mobile and snaps a photo, scooting up until his chest is pressed against my back. He swings his mobile over my shoulder and in front of me, flashing the photo to me.
"Damn, you're right. That is pretty cute." I whisper, leaning back against his bare chest and rolling over. I pin him to the bed and press kisses all over his face, neck, and chest, making over dramatic kissy noises as I travel up and down his skin.
"Mhm." He giggles, pulling me face to face with him by placing his hand on my jaw.
We lock eyes, the both of us cheeky-eyed giggly boys.
"You're fucking adorable." He murmurs, shaking his head at me.
I move my shoulder to my jaw, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
"Oh, please." I grin down at him, leaning down and pecking his lips once more.
"Really, the cutest angel baby I've ever met, I'm just-"
I cut him off by smashing my lips against his, my eyes falling shut as I reposition myself on his lap. He responds in seconds, giggling against my lips and parting his own. I slip my tongue past and flutter my eyes shut, flicking tongues with him and swapping saliva. Keeping it just a bit PG, I pull away before we get too excited and watch as a line of saliva follows my lips up in the air. Jacob grins, pulling it away and pressing his hand to my cheek, caressing my jaw.
"I-" He starts, just to be interrupted by a hollering from the living room.
"How the bloody hell did you get in my flat?!" Dad exclaims.
We pull apart, exchanging confused looks and getting up.
"Shit." He mutters and throws a silky coral coloured robe at me.
I cover myself up and rush to the door, him following close behind me as I pace out. The both of our slightly panicked states falter as we see the two delinquents sat on our couch.
"Ian, Mickey, what are ya doing here?" I ask, tilting my head to the side and beaming at the two.
They avert their eyes to us, grinning right back.
Jacob places a hand on my back, "Actually, I called them over for breakfast."
"Thanks for the heads up," Dad grumbles and trudges back to his room.
They both chuckle under their breath, Ian crossing his leg over Mickey's.
"Ahh, but we didn't just come here for the free food. We came to congratulate you guys once more. Ya did it! You graduated!" Ian throws his hands in the air, the two being huge about education considering they more-or-less were forced to skip out on it.
We nod, "Thank you, both of you."
"Mhm, now let's eat." Mickey pips up, food, of course, being his main priority. I like the way he thinks.
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Dozens upon dozens of pancakes later, Jake and I are stuffed full while the two just keep going at it. Man, can they eat.
"Mhm, fuck, you Brits sure know how to make a mean pancake." Mickey practically moans, stuffing another pancake in his mouth.
I roll my eyes playfully, bumping into Jacob who's sat next to me.
"Yeah, we're not so bad. I'm uh- I'm Australian though, grew up here though so- actually, yeah I suppose I'm a 'Brit'." I hum and sip my tea, not getting that nickname that often.
They nod while Jacob nudges me.
"Psh, you breathe, eat, and drink England of its life. You adore this country behind all its flaws." Jacob scoffs, teasing me.
"Yeah, whatever." I mock, picking up a pancake and nibbling on it.
We chat for hours, teasing each other and making the other blush. We go from poking at each other's confidence playfully to shouting about how much we adore the other. Fucking ridiculous, we are. A few bottles of Dad's wine he will never have to know about being taken later, we're cackling and belching messes, yelling 'yes king,' and 'mhm, go off!' after someone tries to one-up the other at a burping contest. It was settled that the two most definitely knew how to bring out the immature boyish sides of us.
Though we kept it inside where we were safe from being idiots and getting into trouble, it still felt like we were being reckless. At least to me. I feel alive.
I finally feel alive.
It felt silly to think that just the simplest of chatting and laughing with another could make you feel so much better, but it does. Those fools know how to have me gasping for air, clutching onto my boyfriend's side and begging for them to stop. Even when they're jokes got crude, they still managed to make me guffaw like a hyena.
So, maybe you cry on the day after your high school graduation. Maybe you party and rage on. Maybe you prepare for the rest of your life. Us, we surrounded ourselves with a few of our friends and enjoyed their presence. We just chilled, being the stupid lovesick boys we are.
At some point later that night we murmured about jobs, the two of us going to go job-hunting tomorrow after we've gotten over the hangovers we're both sure we'll have. We planned to stop by Jacob's old flat and go see Angelina after we've filled out a few applications. And just like every other sweet night of our lives, we go to sleep twirled together like to halves of a heart twined to one.
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a/n: it's troye's birthday can you believe
this boy is TWENTY-TWO
ilu guys, see you in the next chapter (which there are only about ten left, can you believe). & also would you rather the last few chapters be a few short fillers along w the important (!) ones or just like keep it normal, get you guys onto your next story already?
