It was Monday morning and I was sitting by myself at the kitchen table. I was positive that I was going to fall a sleep any second and faceplant in my bowl of cereal, I was so tired. God I hated Mondays.
I couldn´t complain though, my weekend had been amazing. Helping Tyler and Troye film their collab on Saturday had been so much fun and watching a movie with them and Tyde in the evening had been awesome. My Sunday hadn´t been too bad either. I had stayed in bed with my laptop and just relaxed, at least until about 3 pm. That was when Tyler and Troye uploaded their video (on Troyes channel, they were going to film a video for Tyler´s channel later that week cause the hadn´t had time to do it on Saturday) and after that the madness started. I started to gain followers on both twitter and tumblr with an alarming speed, which left me startled and very confused. Why was this happening?
After about five minutes of pure confusion I watched Tyler and Troyes collab and realized that they had left the bit with me saying hi in it, and also put my social media links in the description. That was why I was gaining followers. I had only been in the video for about three seconds but it seemed like that was enough to make people want to follow me on both twitter and tumblr. People were strange. I didn´t complain though, all those strange people made my Sunday a whole lot more interesting.
Anyway, now it was Monday and was eating my breakfast, remembering my remarkable weekend with a smile on my lips. It was sad that I didn´t have anybody to share it with though, at least not right now. Usually I would talk with Spencer in the mornings but he was a sleep, he had a day of from his work at McDonalds. I would also talked with my mum in the mornings but she was already at work. Dad was at work too, but that wasn´t something new. Ever since I was little my dad had went to work in the early morning and not left work until the evening. Because of that I had never gotten the chance to get to know my dad really well and we wasn´t that close.
Mum was different. She had always been there for me and she didn´t work nearly as much as dad. But lately that had changed. She had started to work more and more and it had been a long time since we had talked properly. I didn´t even remember the last time we had a conversation going for more than five minutes.
I sighed. Funny how things can change so quickly. At least I had a friend now, a real friend who actually cared about me. Troye. I smiled as I walked over to the sink to clean up my dirty dishes. My hands moved quickly, I wanted to get going so I could meet him.
A few minutes later I was walking to school with Troye. "This weather", Troye said and made a face as we both entered the school´s parking lot. I looked up at the sky. It was dark and big black clouds were slowly making their way towards us. It looked like it was going to rain. "Yeah", I said, "it isn´t very charming. Hopefully it will be over soon." "It better be, or I´m going to get up there and change it myself!" Troye said and pointed angrily at the grey sky. I laughed. "You could always try." "I won´t just try, I will succeed!" Troye said. "How are you going to…" I started to ask but quickly cut myself of when someone stepped in front of us. It was a big bulky someone who I sadly recognized.
"Well look who we have here", Chad said and looked at Troye. "Isn´t it the little faggot from the internet?" I froze. "I´m sorry, what did you just say?" Chad turned to me and smiled. "And there we have his little friend too. Hello Taylor. Are you enjoying the company of this little gay slut? I saw the video you made with him and his friend, you looked really happy. Can´t imagine why, doesn’t he disgust you?" I couldn´t do anything other than stare at him in shock. "Maybe you didn´t know he was gay?" Chad continued. "I didn´t know either until last night. Found that stupid little YouTube channel of his. Strange thing to do for a living, don´t you think? But I guess it´s that kind of things faggots do."
That was when the shock finally left me and I exploded. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" I screamed. "How can you say things like that?! Yeah, Troye is gay, whatever! If you have anything to say about him being gay than get your fucking ass out of here cause I don´t want to hear it! There is nothing wrong with being gay, okay? Nothing!"
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Fiksi PenggemarTroye Sivan. He was beautiful, perfect and Taylor Hemingway´s favourite person of all time. When he moved to L.A. and started at her school she couldn´t believe it, she thought she was dreaming. But she wasn´t. For a while everything was perfect. Bu...