Troye POV
I look through my profile.
Right away, I notice my icon, which happens to be a picture of me shirtless.
"Caspar! Why the fuck did you have a picture of me?" I shout, even though he is only a metre away, skype messaging his girlfriend Gaby.
"I took it this morning when you were getting dressed." He replies casually.
"You slut!"
"They don't call me that for nothing, I guess..."
I focus back on my screen, where there was a information box. I read through it.
Name: Troye Sivan
Age: 19
Information:
Favourite Show - Family Guy
Favourite Music - Single Lady Artists
Favourite Flavour of Sweet - Lemon, Strawberry, Apple
When in doubt, peace and pout
Wow. Caspar knows a lot about me because all this information is accurate... Well we have been living together since high school... But it is a bit creepy.
There's a ping from my phone indicating that I have a new message. Caspar again looks up from his laptop towards my phone, obviously interested on what was happening.
Theo: Hey ;)
His profile picture is a picture of a violet quiff, game strong.
"Someone messaged me," I say to Caspar, who now looks really interested in what I'm doing.
"Is he cute?" he replies, coming closer.
"I don't know, there's no real picture."
"Read his information box."
"If you're not verified on Twitter,
you can go away.
I'm not here for basic bitches..."
He looks up at me, as if he was asking me to continue.
"That's all he said..." I say finally.
"Sounds like a sassy bitch... How old is he anyway?"
"Twenty one."
"A bit on the old-"
"I might as well try talking to him..."
"What?" He looks amused, and I am a bit surprised myself, seeing I was angry about it earlier. I don't know why, but the colour purple kind of makes me mesmerised. Besides, I could deal with a bit of sass.
I type in multiple messages, but I don't know which one to use.
"Caspar? How do I start this?"
"How big is your dick?"
I stare at him for a couple of seconds, and then realise that he was joking.
"Caspar! Stop it, I'm being serious!"
"Relax. Just start with a simple 'Hey.'"
"O... Okay."
My thumbs fumble over some of the keys and a simple 'Hey.' becomes 'Het.'
Why am I so nervous?
Was I actually this desperate to make this work out?
It was really just a simple introduction, and yet I was this nervous.
"Is this really a good idea, Caspar?"
"Yes! Just do it you nervous little shit! Use some of that Troye charm."
I quickly fix my mistake and press send.
He replies nearly straight away.
Theo: You're hot xx
