It's Complicated (Troyler)

Guilty Pleasure

*Tyler's POV*

I hung up another call with a dissatisfied huff. I'd officially called every single one of my contacts that were in the city, asking if they'd seen Troye. I'd even called his dad's cell asking if there were any updates on his location. Much to my dismay, there weren't any. I paused, just now realizing I'd been pacing the room. How long had I been doing that for? I groaned loudly. As much as I tried to deny it I was worried sick about the little twink. He may not care about me but I sure as hell care about him.

I sighed, realizing I'd go completely crazy if I waited around here any longer. I head toward the door after grabbing my jacket, casting one final forlorn glance in the direction of my alcohol. I opted to take the stairs seeing as I couldn't see myself standing still right now. Shortly after I was walking down the road with a determined expression. I looked up, noticing the way the dark clouds were forming overhead. Great, maybe I should have took the car after all... Whatever, hopefully I'll find him before the rain even starts.

Two hours later and I was still out looking for him. I'd checked every restaurant I could think of, asked people if they'd seen him, I'd even gone back to the Playlist building and checked every single room. It was all to no avail though, considering I didn't have the gorgeous boy next to me right now. I was currently stomping through a random park like I'd actually find him here in the pouring rain. Oh, did I mention the pouring rain? I was totally drenched to the point even my bones felt cold. I was definitely going to catch a cold, that much was for sure. But if I was going to be sick anyway, what was the point in turning back now? I had to find him first. I pulled out my phone, trying my best to keep the rain from hitting it as I clicked re-dial. This was the fourth time I'd called the Mellet's cellphone and I was hoping their reply would be different this time.

"Hello?"

"Hey Shaun, any news?" I mumbled, my chest feeling constricted with anticipation. I heard a long sigh from the other end of the line and repeated the noise, my question already answered despite him not speaking. I didn't even realize how disappointed I was until I began to feel weak in the knees. I scouted out a soaking park bench and plopped myself down.

"Look, I appreciate your concern and all but is all of this really necessary?"

"Are you kidding? You're son is missing and you're trying to tell me not to worry? Who knows what could have happened, what if he was abducted by crazy fans? Or what if he's lost in the shady part of town? What if-"

"Or he could just be out with his boyfriend, Wyatt." I felt jealousy seething out of every one of my pores. I knew what he'd said was possible, in fact it was probably the most possible of all options, but I'd never accept that until I was forced to. The idea of Troye running off somewhere with someone else, shacking up and ignoring everyone and everything else in the world, now that was torture.

"Yeah, but what if he isn't?" I snapped, coming off a little bit more hostile than I'd intended. It's not my fault he brought up the one thing that can really get under my skin. Well, the one person.

"Tyler, you need to stop this."

"Stop what?" 

"You're not supposed to worry about him and you're most definitely not supposed to spend an entire night out in the pouring rain looking for him. He's your ex-boyfriend. You were the one that said you didn't want him, why can't you just stay true to that? If not for me, do it for him." A mixture of emotions flooded through me all at once. Shaun had always been a big fan of me, even going so far as to call himself the biggest Troyler shipper there was, so hearing this come from him made it all the more real. I already knew all of what he'd said was true, I wasn't a total idiot, but that didn't mean I liked it. Besides, who was he telling me who I could worry about and who I couldn't?