Troye’s POV
Since going to Kennywood, Jacob has bern much more like the boy I first met all that time ago, only now, he is a more mature version yet still has that boyishness about him that makes my heart melt.
(On the plane ride back to New York I am pretty sure the sappiness of our relationship disgusted everyone around us, but the air hostess claimed she could not get enough of it.)
Jacob is in the bedroom unpacking at the moment while I have just given Bruno his food. After I know Bruno is happy, I stalk up the stairs (as quietly as possible) and I sneak into the bedroom. He is humming some tune unknown to me as I sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso. He is at first a little frightened but then he is laughing, a deep and endeared chuckle.
“You're too good at sneaking up on me for a blind man,” I laugh.
“I'm just good at it because I have ears like a bat, I can always hear you. Besides, you stomp around like an elephant,” I tease.
“Hey!” he says in mock offence, then reaching behind to pull me in front of him. “That’s rude!” he says as he picks me up without warning. A surprised shriek rises from my throat and then he is throwing me onto my back on the bed and straddling my hips to hold me in place.
“You do though,” I laugh at my own joke then he gasps.
“I don’t know why I put up with you Sivan, calling me an elephant! How dare you!”
“Elephants are wise though!” I say. “And they’re fucking adorable,” I add, my voice softer as I trail my fingers across his face then bopping him on the nose.
“Okay, fair enough,” he says with a chuckle. “You know Scott makes a great elephant sound? He taught me how to do it once,” I burst out laughing.
“Okay, how high or drunk were you two?” I ask dryly.
“Neither! We were just bored okay. Mr Ned is such a bore when it comes to Shakespeare,” I laugh again.
“So I've heard, that man really does need to lighten up,” I say. “So,” I make a gesture with my hand.
“What you mean ‘so’?”
“Well you need to demonstrate for me this elephant sound of yours,” I say as if it is awfully obvious.
“Oh God,” he says while laughing. “Sure why not, I have no dignity anymore whatsoever,” I grin and just as I do so he makes the elephant sound and I lose it. I laugh so hard my core starts hurting and it is not even that funny, it is so childish really, but I guess when you are just so happy in a moment like this, anything can be funny.
“That was amazing!” I say between trying to catch my breath and trying to wipe tears away from my eyes.
“Shut up,” he says bashfully.
“Come here, my elephant,” I say as I pull him from the shoulders down to meet my lips.
“That will not be a new endearing nickname; you will not call me your elephant,” he tries to sound intimidating but Jacob is the furthest thing from being something scary to me.
“Not in public,” I say with a smirk.
“Whatever,” he says, and then I know I have won, like always.
…
Jacob has brought me to our trail instead of us being with friends who are celebrating the end of yet another year of university.
Next year will be our last here in New York, but I have no doubts regarding our relationship. In all honesty when I am daydreaming all I think about is sharing a home with Jacob and having little children running about. It may be very unrealistic, but it is where my mind is at most of the time because when someone asks the inevitable question of “what are you doing after uni?” my first thought goez to where I want to be with Jacob, then only do I think about work.
We are sat on a bench near the end of the trail, Bruno sits at our feet. Jacob’s arm is wrapped around me protectively while I fiddle with the hem of his sweater.
“Explain what the view looks like, Jake,” I ask softly.
“Well, the sun is setting now, one of the best sunsets I have seen here for a while actually. It’s such a bright orange, Troye. The orange seeps out into a vibrant yellow and from there it’s almost pink. There aren’t any clouds out today. And now, do you feel the breeze?”
“Yeah, I do,” I say with a dopey smile.
“The breeze is rustling the trees around us and some leaves are being taken with the wind. The city looks so quiet from here. Oh, there’s a flock of pigeons passing not too far from here, must be about fifty of them, pesky things,” I giggle and I know he is smiling too. “I love that sound,” he muses and then I do it again, just because I can. He squeezes me tightly into his side. “Bruno is sleeping, he looks rather peaceful. The bench we are sitting on is painted such a nice bright yellow,” he pauses momentarily. “Like yellow roses,” I smile small then I place a kiss on his neck, a silent “I’m here, it’s alright” being shared between us. I know he is smiling. He carries on, “Now let’s look at my favourite view,” I quirk an eyebrow. “So there is this boy sat her beside me—”
“Oh my god,” I say with a light giggle, he's such a sap.
“—and this boy is the most beautiful of them all. He is cuddled so warmly up to me, his light pink sweater looking so nice against his milky smooth skin.”
I decide to humour him and let him finish, I listen intently. I look up and I can feel his own gaze staring into mine.
“Now that he is looking up at me I can see his gorgeous eyes, his blue, blue eyes look like they captured the most azure of oceans and they shine more than the brightest of diamonds. His lips are such a pretty soft pink. His long eyelashes flutter whenever I compliment him and now he is blushing—”
“Okay,” I stop him when I cannot take the blushing anymore; I feel it all the way down my neck. “Come here, Shakespeare,” he laughs at my words and goes to press his lips against mine. The kiss is sweet; I can taste the lemonade he had before we came here on his tongue.
I whisper against his lips, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, angel,” I become even more lax in his hold and he pulls me up to sit on his lap, my back against his chest. I lean my head back onto his shoulder.
“I just wish you could see the world around you again.”
“It’s fine Jacob because with you, I can just imagine it all.”
