Caspar POV
I had just stolen Troye's phone while he was on tumblr.
Stealing Troye's phone might seem like a big deal... But when he's on tumblr he has no idea what is going on in the world outside his screen. Seriously. I could probably fuck him and he wouldn't notice what was going on until he was done. His addiction to tumblr was worse than his addiction to nutella... And don't even get me started on that.
I couldn't help but smile when I saw the unsuspecting face squint into his screen. He was probably looking at something important. And by that I mean commenting on posts about his favourite ships, looking at edits of One Direction or of course, reading Narry smut.
But there was a slight flaw in the plan.
And that was that it was nearly dinner.
I probably could not have chosen a time more bad than this.
Because as if it was on que, his stomach growled.
And his hand flew to the place that he had left his phone.
Of course, I ran for it, bolting for the nearest room. It was Troye's.
I opened the door and rushed in, only to be tripped over by his guitar. From the outside, his room looks clean... But this... This was like being in a flooded laundromat.
Troye must have figured out it was me because I could hear him approaching. I slammed the door shut and locked it.
"Caspar!" He shouted. "Open the door!"
I quickly unlock his phone, knowing the password from seeing him do it a couple of times. I open safari and start typing in the websites when a few suggestive websites come up. I laugh internally, seeing some of the websites that he has gone on recently.
"After I finish this..." I reply, while the website loads.
"Fuck you."
"I would love to but I'm not gay. Sorry to disappoint."
I hear a sigh after that, signalling that he had given up.
I type slightly edited details of him, for example, instead of using Troye Sivan Mellet, I used Troye Sivan. For his profile picture, I used a picture of him torso up, shirtless, blurring his face. Why do I have that? They don't call me the youtube slut for nothing... He actually has a pretty nice body, so I'm sure people will start talking to him soon.
I press okay, and then I come out of the room, holding out his phone for him to see.
His jaw drops and I see that he recognises the website. He snatches it out of my hand.
"What-" he starts.
"I signed you up. You are such a loner so I thought I would get you a boyfriend."
"OH MY GOD CASPAR, NO."
"Just try it. Thank me later." I pause, and then I add cheekily, "nice history, by the way."
He blushes and it is so cute that I can only laugh.
hello!
i thought you guys deserved an update so here it is :)
i just wanted to say sorry because some of these words may not be the words you use in your country...I live in New Zealand so our slang might be annoying? idk i'm sorry.
thank you for the reads, votes and comments.
