The Oakley Plan (Troyler AU) // ON HOLD

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We've just started eating when Dad gets home. He kisses Tyde's cheek, squeezes Mom's shoulders and starts talking about his annoying coworkers. I tune him out and play with my fork until I hear my name.

"So, Troye, how was your day?" he asks while he shakes some salt onto his plate.

"Positively fabulous." I say smiling to myself.

"And why is that, Hun?" my darling mother questions me with a smirk.

"Oh, nothing..." I reply and quickly shove a forkful of salad in my mouth to end this little question session. Then, dinner proceeds as usual.

Fade in. Dinner at the Mellet household.

Tyde: Can I have the salt?

Mom: May I PLEASE have the salt.

Tyde: Okay, okay. May I PLEAAASE have the salt?

Dad: That depends. What's the cubed root of sixty-four?

Fade out.

I absently twiddle my fork around in yesterday's leftover shitty excuse of a meatloaf as I think.

Tyler. He just moved here, so he probably doesn't have a boyfriend. (Or girlfriend. - BARFS -)

Tyler. Does he play sports?

Tyler. Is he into gay creepy wallflowers with nerdy families?

Well duh. Isn't everyone.....? Heheh..

Later, in my room, I pull out yet another shirt from my closet, try it on, then toss it into the growing pile on my bed as I try to get just the right outfit together for tomorrow. It will, after all, be the first or sophomore year. My first chance to start over. I'm working on a complex series of angled mirrors to look at myself from behind when a freshly bathed Tyde walks into my room wearing footsie pajamas and sits on my bed.

"What do you want, Tyde?" I question as he shyly twiddles his thumbs.

"I was wondering if you could maybe sing me a song before I go to bed..?" he asks timidly.

"Oh, sure. Go ahead and hop in bed, Ill be there in a minute," I smile.

He skips to bed and I hear him leap onto the mattress. I sigh and lope in to tuck him in and sing him to sleep.

I begin singing him Danny Boy, an old song that Mom used to sing us, and I could see his eyes getting droopy. By the time the song ended he was already asleep.

"I love you," I whisper, and pull the blanket up to cover his body and walk out, gently closing the door.

A/N: Sorry, this was sort of a filler chapter because I have finals starting tomorrow and haven't even started studying yet...

PROCRASTINATION STATION.