It's Complicated (Troyler)

Perfect Camouflage

*Tyler's POV*

I threw the article of clothing across the room with a snort and fell back onto my bed. I didn't want to go, why can't I just stay home? I sighed, remembering exactly why I had to go. Since my fight with my mother I've had even less ambitious to post online and leave the house, if that was even possible. Which, ultimately, led to most of my friends being pretty worried. It's not like me to be so withdrawn and reclusive from my friends, well, it never used to be. It's funny how heartbreak can distort your reality though.

"Tyler! You alive in there?" I heard a familiar voice shout after pounding on my door exactly three times. I grimaced at the thought of social interaction, but I knew it was too late to back out now. My lovely friend Dolan was down for some reason unknown to me, possibly business, and had offered to drive me to the restaurant where the rest of our party would be awaiting our arrival. I couldn't exactly deny his offer without tipping him off that something was going on with me, so I'd reluctantly accepted.

I grabbed a shirt randomly out of my closet and frowned, seeing the huge pink glob of cloth I had pulled out. Partly, it was because there was no way this could be worn in public, but mostly because it reminded me of Troye. It was the shirt we'd both squished into to do the 'Not my Arms' challenge. I even looked down at the blue paint stain lovingly, which said something about my mental stability. Since when did I, a gay man, look at clothing stains in a loving fashion?

"Tyler!" I sat the shirt on my bed, considering how comfortable it'd be to sleep in, a nest of Troye if you will, and then bounded to the front door shirtless. It was only Dolan after all, he'd seen me shirtless a million times. I opened the door and revealed my ginger friend, but to my surprise there was someone else next to him. Korey.

"Hey!" Korey squealed, throwing his arms around me and obviously dismissing my confused expression as nothing. I chuckled, only slightly nervously, and hugged him back. I felt bad saying this, I really did, but I'd never been less happy to see Korey in my entire life. I loved him, I just didn't like him right now. All I seen when I looked at him was the judgemental man who'd most definitely been the one to tip my mother off that I was dating Troye. The man who had most definitely been a key element in ruining my life.

"I've missed you! Why is it I've been living here a month and we've only hung out once? We used to say we'd have sleepovers every night, what happened?" Well, you did sabotage the only love I've ever known. 

"I just haven't been feeling well lately." Technically, that wasn't a lie. I had been feeling like total shit lately, though it wasn't really health related.

"Well, don't you dare get me sick. I would never forgive you!" Funny, I've more or less forgiven you for all you put me through and you couldn't even stand a common cold for me? I had to fight the urge to physically slap myself across the face. I had to stop thinking like that. Close-minded or not, he was still my best friend. 

"I wouldn't dream of it." I mumbled, heading back toward my room without even bothering to excuse myself. Much to my dismay they both followed though, sitting down on my bed beside each other and watching me dig through my belongings.

"Why don't you wear this?" I heard Korey giggle. I turned around and seen he was holding up the pink shirt from earlier and glared at him. I snatched it from his hands harshly and threw it to the other side of the bed.

"Tyler?" He asked cautiously, studying my face like it would give away what I was thinking. It wouldn't. If there was one thing I'd perfected lately it was shadowing my emotions. Because if I walked through life a writhing ball of sobs, I doubt I'd last long before being thrown in some sort of white room.