The Twelfth Week (Troyler)

Chapter 5 - Ready?

"Okay so if you guys want the next reward from the Trevor Project fundraiser go follow @troyesivan on Twitter and on Tumblr go to troyesivan.tum- oh my go- Tyler!" I cut off and started laughing as Tyler tickled me. "Oh no girl. If anyone's gonna self promo here, it will be me." He carried on tickling me, knocking the laptop slightly on the table.

I hit the floor with a thud. "Shit, shit, shit. Tillyyyy!" I tried to pout but his hands were still moving over my sides, my breath running short. "Omg. I. Can't. Breathe." My face had flushed as I gasped for air, still squirming on the floor. It took me a moment before I realised that Tyler was sat back on the sofa, giving yet another self promo. I grunted and picked myself back up off the floor. "...tyleroakley.com don't forget!" I glanced at him, just as he looked up at me and our eyes met.

I couldn't move. I couldn't look away. I swear that moment is the one moment I felt trapped but free in the strangest way possible. Like he'd caught me in a butterfly net but he was letting me roam his thoughts freely. And boy were there a lot of thoughts, I could see them in the emotions running through his eyes. Nerves, excitement, fear, happiness... he bit his lip and I tore my gaze away. Damn, our people were gonna gif the shit out of that.

He coughed. "Um well... you lot better get your gif machines ready!" He joked, rubbing the back of his neck, but it wasn't up to Tyler's standard. Sighing, I squeezed his knee again, only to look up at the screen and see that he hadn't moved the laptop from where it had been knocked, meaning my little moment with his knee had just crept into shot. Wow, the troyler shippers were probably having a field day. "Want a drink?" I pulled my hand away and walked over to an open bottle of wine next to the whiskey Tyler had replaced earlier. There was only enough for one glass, right at the bottom of the bottle, so I unscrewed the cap and swung the bottle back, screwing my face up at the taste. I didn't particularly like wine. But hey, alcohol was what I needed and wine is alcohol, so it all works for me.

I noticed Tyler had moved the laptop back to its original placing, but I didn't sit down, not yet. Instead I ran my hand through my hair and threw back the bottle, wincing at the taste again. As I lowered my hand I felt the bottle being pulled away from me gently and heard the liquid inside slosh around as the last dregs of wine left the bottle. Tyler placed the bottle behind the laptop and we both sank back on to the sofa, careful to leave a slight gap between us this time. Not that it would make a difference.

He looked at me and I nodded, a smiling trying to reach my lips. No point in putting this off any longer. "So here's the moment y'all have been waiting for. I hope it gives you a sense of peace and happiness." I laughed and shook my head, "Right. Whatever Tilly. Stop with the hippy stuff now and- are you checking your hair in the camera?" I didn't know whether to roll my eyes or laugh. In the end I did the latter and Tyler joined in. "Okay, okay, I'm crying give me a second." I wiped a tear from my eye that had appeared while I was laughing. "Aww Troyeboy don't cry!" I grinned again and turned my whole body to face Tyler, noticing that he had done the exact same. Shit.

My body tensed again but I forced myself to lower my hand and place one back on his knee. It gave me comfort knowing he was there, even though I could clearly see him sat in front of me. "Ready?" It was almost inaudible, but I heard it and nodded, taking a breath before looking at the camera and winking, "I really need to stop doing that." My thoughts left my mouth, unfiltered.

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A/N whoops cliffhanger... again.