group chat convos-- tracob au- complete

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5/29/17

condabitch: have you seen this tro

condabitch:

trxye: yeah

trxye: I'm crying

trxye: tears are falling out of my eyes I'm crying 

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Jacobs POV

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I'm at Troye's house, sitting on his bed, and he's just staring at his phone, tears pouring from his eyes.

"T, what is it?"

He just shakes his head and takes a shaky breath in.

"What's up?"

"Check your phone, Jay."

I pull it up.

Happy Little Pill is number one.

Happy Little Pill is number one.

I look back at him, tears sparking in my eyes, and he smiles and tackles me.

"Oh my God I am so fucking proud of you," I punch him lightly, "So fucking proud."

He's now just laying on me, and he buries his face in my neck.

"It's number one," he breathes. I feel tears traveling down my neck.

"It's number one," I repeat, "You're famous, Tro."

"No..." he mumbles, and wraps his arms around me. I laugh.

It's raining outside, and I'm amazingly calm.

A few minutes later, Troye says, "My Instagram just went up like 50,000 followers. So did my Twitter..."

"And we have that kissing picture up of us," I groan.

"I'm deleting it," Troye says, "It was back in December so I don't think anyone's seen it."

I wrap my arms around him, "I love you."

He stiffens, then says, "I love you too."

Troye scrolls through his Twitter, reading messages of kindness with a few hate sprinkled in. I kiss his cheek whenever those show up.

"Let's go out to dinner," I say, "A lil celebratory supper."

"Since when do you say 'supper'?"

"We're in Missouri, T."

"Yeah let's go out." He stands up and stretches, "I'm in the mood for Mexican, you?"

"Mexican sounds good," I yawn, "We can take my car."

"Okay, lemme change out of my sweatpants and we'll go."

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Troye and I take my car to Cactus Grill, and we take a seat towards the back of the restaurant.

"I still feel like crying, if I'm being honest," Troye says, "It still feels like it isn't real. Like I'm dreaming."

"It's real," I take his hand across the table, "It's so real."

"A singer and his model boyfriend," Troye laughs, "What a duo."

"Do I hear power couple of the year?" I snigger.

Troye and I break down in giggles, but stop quickly as the waiter comes to take our order. We order soda, and continue talking.

"The label wants me to get a manager now," Troye toys with his phone case, "Can you imagine that? Me with a manager?"

"It might be helpful," I lean back, "Get interviews and gigs and stuff."

AN

so ik TRXYE only had like 5 songs on it but we're gonna pretend there's ten

"Wait- imagine going on tour," Troye says, "That was like my childhood dream."

"I bet you'll get to open for someone," I say, "That would be so cool."

The waiter brings out our sodas and we flirt with our eyes as we drink them.

Then a girl walks up to our table, "Uh, sorry to bother you, but are you Troye Sivan."

"Yeah," Troye glances at me then back at the girl. I hold back a laugh.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but your song Happy Little Pill is really good."

"Thanks," he says. 

I have to try harder to contain my laugh.

"Do you mind if we get a picture?"

"I'll be right back," I dart from the booth and let my laugh loose in the bathroom.

Once I finish, I walk back to the table, where Troye is sitting with a red face.

"Why'd you leave?" He asks.

"I was about to laugh."

"Fuck you, Jay."

We finish our meal and head back to his house.

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jakebitch: guys Troye got recognized at cactus grill

condabitch: my bby is famous

trxye: fuck youuuuuu

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this story is ending soon