~Troye's POV~
"I can't believe he's done that to me. I can't believe all this has happened to me. I didn't want to be here, in this hospital, but just when I was getting used to it, they move me here-" I sniffle, but then I realize how pathetic I sound, I stop talking.
"Into the girl's dorm. I know, it's not ideally where you want to be" Bridget frowns, ruffling my hair. "I mean, it's 2017, they should just realize that there's gonna be at least one gay person, and they don't need to hide them in a closet either."
I get quiet, realizing I'm thankful they let me room with Bridget. She's so understanding, and almost reminds me of a younger me, and she speaks her mind, which is something I really appreciate in a person.
It's something I really appreciated in Tyler.
"Do you think he's done it?" Her quiet voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
"What?"
"Do you think he's actually done it, cheated on you?" She questions lightly, sitting up on the edge of my bed.
"I-" I bite my tongue. I want to say no, but I want to say yes. I want to say yes to get rid of the guilt of me attempting to cheat on him. I want to say no because I thought he was in love with me.
"I don't know" I finally admit "he is very flirtatious, it's in his nature, but I don't know if I can trust the guy who told me that."
"Why not?"
"Because, he likes me too."
"You mean loves you" she rolls her eyes "every boy that lays eyes on you is in love with you, Troye Sivan" she pauses "I bet even straight girls would too, if they didn't know."
I can't help but snicker at this, thinking back to the newer, younger girls in my fan base who have no idea I'm gay, and they probably are hopelessly crushing on me. I'm like the gay Harry Styles, or Justin Bieber.
"Do you love him? The boy, the one you think cheated" Bridget questions, quietly flopping onto her small bed.
"He's all that's on my mind, Bridget. Like, if I could just explain how much he means to me in it's entirety, I would. I even wanted to marry him" I blurt, then bite my tongue quickly. I wasn't supposed to admit that to anyone in here especially, because look what happened last time I said something like that.
"Do you love the other boy? The one who told you this love of your life was cheating on you?"
"I love the way his lips felt on mine. I love the way his skin felt in my mouth. I love the way he presents himself online, all cool and collected. I love when he paints his nails. I love that he can be a top or a bottom." I think a moment, before I say anything else. I realize, almost all of the things I just said are about Tyler, as well, and I groan.
"But Bridget, I don't love him. Because almost all those qualities I have about Tyler. I love Tyler. I do, I just want to know the-" I start to doze off "I just want to know the truth."
"Well, get some rest, blue eyes, it's almost two am & we've been talking about this for hours. Just sleep on it, okay? I'll talk to you at breakfast. I'm not a morning person" she grins, gently lying her glasses on the bedside table, rolling over on her side.
"Goodnight, Bridget."
"Goodnight, Troye boy."
And that left me thinking all. Night. Long.
The next morning, I woke up late. Which is odd, because here you're not usually allowed to sleep in. But I slept in, until nine o'clock, missing breakfast.
