Troye
I woke up to the sound of skype. WHAT? WHO DARES INTERRUPT MY SLEEP IN WHICH I GAIN BEAUTY?! I roll off my bed in the general direction of my laptop, hearing a painful thump when my body reaches the floor. This is why no one wakes me up.
Incoming call: Tilly my Queen
Oh. I suppose that's forgivable. I open the call and proceed to let out an animalistic noise in greeting.
“Troyesivan! You look dead. Its dark there? Oh shit, time zones! Whops. Anyways- Troye are you even listening to me? I have big news!”
“‘Course I am Tilly.” Wait, big news? I hope its not a boyfriend, I really don’t want it to be a boyfriend. Is he even in his apartment?
“IM IN BELIZE! ISN’T THAT UNBELIZABLE?! SLAY!”
“Um… why?”
“I adopted a daughter; we moved to Belize. Obviously my career can happen anywhere, and I just thought, well- why not?”
He giggles. Damn. I am in love with that laugh.
“Great logic you have, Ty. Wait, wait, wait. Slow da fudge down. ADOPTED?”
“Yeah, and so anywhore, I want you to meet her and Belize is perf, so I thought, maybe, Troyler reunion in paradise?”
“I’d love that Tilly. When?”
“Theres a flight tomorrow.”
He keeps a straight face. Really?
“Ty I just got home from Florida. I can’t just get up and leave my family again.”
“Thats the thing, I want you to bring Tyde. He and Jess, mama’s child, are the same age- well, almost. Shes 14 tomorrow.”
So, thats how I ended up packing and bidding my family, other than my brother, goodbye. Again.
