No Troye, I Love You

11

Troye’s  P.O.V.

I was so excited about having Tyler at my place. This was going to be so much of fun. If Tyler ever came out of the bathroom, that is. He had been showering for the past hour and a half and I was getting impatient. Sage and I were watching Pretty Little Liars. I didn’t really know what was happening, but Sage was a fan. After ten minutes of listening to Sage explaining the basic plot to me, Tyler finally came outside. But he looked weird, like he had been crying.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Couldn’t be better.” Tyler replied with a smile.

“Alright, who wants sandwiches?” mum said, coming into the room with a plate full of them.

“Oh, yes." Tyler grinned, but he didn’t really sound happy. I made a face at Tyler and Tyler looked at me and shrugged as if to say ‘what?’ and took the entire plate and sat between Sage and I.

“Oh my god, I had no idea you liked P.L.L.!” Tyler shrieked/fangirled (here we go).

“Like? I love P.L.L.!” replied Sage, sounding as excited.

An hour later, we finally got off the couch and Tyler and I decided to film another video in my bedroom. I was really happy with that decision. If I had to listen to another minute of Ty and Sage arguing about whether Ezra was hotter or Toby, I would explode (but Team Caleb! Duh).

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“So, what do you wanna do?” I asked, as they walked into his room.

“Tumblr?”

"What about the video?"

"Eh."

“Tumblr sounds good,” I smiled.

After four hours of sitting in the same room while on Tumblr, I decided it was time to communicate face-to-face.

“Come on, let’s make a video,” I suggested.

“What?” Tyler squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again.

“Video, Tilly. Let’s make one.”

“What? But we just made one together a few weeks ago. Besides, I thought we agreed to not make a video now.” and for some reason, he looked worried.

“What’s wrong?" I asked. He had been acting like this ever since we had reached Australia.

“Nothing?” it sounded more like a question.

“Fine, what do you wanna do?”

“I thought Tumbl-”

I cut him off, “Let’s talk. Something’s up, Ty. Something you’re not telling me about.” I was getting worried.

“I’m,” he paused for a second, “I’m just worried about what your parents think about me. You know, with us dating and all.”

I gave him a puzzled look and decided to tackle the subject later.