Hi there everyone! My name is Simone, and this is my first Troyler Fanfiction. Thank you guys so much for reading ilysm! I wrote this chapter on notes, and it was beautiful and perfect, but of course, THE ENTIRE 800 WORDS GOT DELEATED AND I WANT TO KILL EVERYTHING. So, I'm going to do my best to make it just as good as the first time, so please, enjoy!
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Tyler's POV
My fingers moved quickly on the phone screen, typing on the number and letter sequences that I knew so well.
Skype calling Troye was pretty much second nature to me at this point. I could probably do it blindfolded if you asked me to.
My house seemed particularly cold today. It was as though all the life had been sucked out of it.
The youtubers were all on heir flights back home, and it was depressing the shit out of me.
I missed Alfie's obnoxiously loud laugh, Zoe's bright smile, Marcus' impossibly low voice, and Troye.
I longed for his stunning blue eyes, that anyone could get lost in of they stared for too long. I missed the way he said me name. Not Tyler, but Ty-lah.
Everyone loved him, but who could blame them? He was basically perfect.
As if on cue, his raspy voice rang through the speakers of my phone. I knew he would answer. I don't think that boy has ever missed a Skype call.
He looked exhausted, which was to be expected. It was like, four in the morning in Perth. Shit, I suddenly feel really bad.
How caring of you Tyler, way to wake him up while he's on a fucking plane. That just screams compassion. If he did that to me I would kill him so hard.
"Hi Ty how are you," he asked sleepily. "I'm good dear, how about your fine self," I responded, looking down.
He sounded so tired, I'm a horrible human being.
"I'm good thanks,'' Troye yawned. Ok, I officially suck.
Tyler its been like four fucking hours. You can't possibly miss me that much," he giggled jokingly.
"Troye, my life is an empty wasteland of sorrow, depression, and straight people when you aren't around. I'm slowly deteriorating with every second that we are apart. I don't think I would have been able to handle not hearing your voice for a minute longer," I said dramatically.
He rolled his eyes, but a smile was prominent on his face. "Weirdo," he laughed.
"You love it," I responded flipping my non- existent hair.
"But seriously, what's up? You don't usually call this late. I mean its fine that you did, I just-," I had to put this babbling to an end.
"I know what you mean,'' I quickly pointed out, cutting him off.
"Nothing is like, seriously wrong. It's just that my house is all cold and lonely, and, like, hella depressing without you guys.''
"AWWWW TILLY," he cooed making me roll my eyes so far back in my head it was almost painful.
''Anyway,'' he continued, you could start by turning the lights on. Right now your house is giving off an extremely depressing vibe.''
I nodded, but then realized I would have to get up to turn on the lights.
''Troye, if you think I'm going to get up from my incredibly comfortable position on this couch, your fucking insane.''
He gave me a death glare, and sighed deeply. "Tyler, get up from the couch, and turn the lights on,'' he scream whispered giving me a playful scowl.
"Can you do it," I whined. "Tyler, I don't think you've realized this, but I'm kind of half way across the world.''
I grinned at him, "That gives you a perfect excuse to come back to LA,"
He gave me a threatening look, and I put my hands up in surrender. "Fine," I groaned. "You win."
"You love it," he mocked, making a slight blush appear on my cheeks. "I do," I replied honestly.
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Ok, Thats it for this chapter. They will be a lot longer as the story goes on. I love comments, so if you have any ideas, questions, and such for me PLEASE DONT BE SHY.
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