Why Do You Do This? (YouTuber FF) *under editing*

A New Hobby?

"Tyler! Get out of the bathroom! You're not the only one who has to do their hair!" I yell, banging on the bathroom boor with my fists. He has been in the bathroom for at least an hour now doing what ever he does while I stand out here, not showered and with bed head.

"It takes a long time to do this hair!" He yells back from inside. I shake my head in anger.

"I'm getting a separate room! Never again will no share a hotel room with any one! I'll be back to get my stuff." I take my wallet and leave the room still wearing my pajamas. It's terrible to share a small room with only one bathroom with that boy! He takes longer than me to get ready and I am the female that should take longer. But that's being sexist, a male could take just as long as a female; but normally, females take longer. It's a fact that everyone knows.

Once down stairs, the same older lady as yesterday greats me. I purchase another room with my money and thankfully it's directly across from Tyler's. I also learn the Troye's room is next to mine. Great! We are all close to each other.

Getting all my stuff from the old room to the new one was quiet easy since I don't have that much stuff to move. My new room is exactly similar to the old one. I even have a balcony. A quick shower fallowed quickly after and then a series of hair and makeup products come into play until I am satisfied with how I look. Next, is to choose an outfit. Of course I go for my favorite thing in the world; my black leggings that has lasted me years now. Perhaps, investing in a new pair is in order. Then, I choose a dark green sweater with a gold trim. My favorite Ugg boots slip onto my feet easily completing the look. I am not a fan of jewelry or bright colors as you can tell. Yes, I would wear pink or yellow. But I prefer to wear blacks and dark greens. I've always been like this for some reason.

I go outside and slip into Tyler's now separate room. He has just came out of the bathroom with his purple hair styled and a floral shirt and dark blue jeans. A typical Tyler Oakley look. He truly has an amazing fashion sense.

"Finally done?" I ask crossing my arms and tapping my foot pretending to be annoyed.

"Yes, actually. Girl, you look cute. Where did you get that sweater? I want one." I giggle at his compliment and tell him the store I purchased it from. Tyler's phone buzzed and he checks it. He squeals like a fan girl, jumping up and down slightly.

"Troye's here!" He exclaims.

"Come on! We'll meet him in the lobby!" I grab his hand and run down the hall to the stairs. Why isn't there an elevator here? It would be very useful. We run down the steps taking two at a time , trying not to fall. At the last flight of stairs we see him talking to the older lady at the front desk. He doesn't seem to notice us running down the stairs like a herd of elephants. Tyler runs up to him and hug him from the side while I stand there semi-awkward. It wouldn't be right if I hugged a person I never met before, would it?

"Guys, guess what!" Troye says almost jumping with joy. His eyes are practically sparkling.

"What?" Me and Tyler ask at the same time.

"I saw the queen! I was passing Big Ben and there was like 50 police cars around another car and she was in it!"

That's it? It's just the queen. But his adorable happiness makes me laugh and appreciate his story. It's not only the story that makes people laugh but it's also the way it's told. For instance, the funniest story would be much better if it was told in a funny way. Even a stupid story could be funny. This helps me since I don't think I'm a very funny person.

"Let me go put this in my room then we can go meet up with them." Troye says starting to walk to the stairs. I watch as Tyler follows Troye up the stairs. Troyler for ever!