Troye POV
"Caspar, I think I need some time. Alone." I whisper, trying to cover the screen. I was kind of a wreck at that moment, and I failed terribly. The only thing I heard before tears clouded my vision was a "oh fuck."
I tried to slam the door shut but there was a t-shirt blocking the way. I really couldn't care less at that moment, so I just collapsed on my bed and cried. At one point, I think that Caspar was comforting me, but I'm not sure. I had fallen asleep with a cold pillow of tears and a blanket draped over me. I was cold.
~Flashback~
It was the last day of the term.
I needed to find Tyler.
I needed to tell him.
I mean, he was my best friend, and he deserved to know, especially since today was the day that I had come out to my parents a year ago.
But I was obviously stressed about it.
I went to find the person I knew I could trust to help me. Joey Graceffa.
"Joey, I'm going to tell Tyler. Today."
He instantly knew what I was talking about.
"I'll come with you if you want."
"That would be great. Thank you."
I try to smile at him, and I manage a weak one despite the butterflies.
"It's really nothing." He says. "I know that you may need some support."
-TIME SKIP TO TALKING WITH TYLER-
(A/N: I HATE MYSELF BECAUSE I'M DOING A TIME SKIP IN A FLASHBACK...)
"Tyler?"
I searched in his eyes, but unlike usual, where you could literally see the sarcasm and sass, they held doubt. Thinking about it now, I have seen that expression a lot lately. It was like he wasn't telling me something. Like he had something to hide. But they were still beautiful. They were always beautiful.
He finally broke the silence with a small "Yeah?"
I gulped nervously and squeezed Joey's hand for comfort. He gave it a squeeze back, and that gave me the courage to carry on. "Uhhhh... I have something to say. And I don't know how you're going to take it."
I searched in his eyes again for any signs as to if I should (or could) carry on.
"I... I'm gay."
I looked up at him, and just in that one minute, I could see at least a hundred emotions passing through him.
I was honestly scared for what he was going to say. Scared that I was going to lose him.
"Tyler..." I started. "Should I leave you to think about it?"
When Tyler didn't reply, I realised he was thinking.
"No. I know what you are now. A fucking fag."
That hit me hard.
And what surprised me more was how calm his voice sounded.
I thought Tyler was an accepting person, but apparently not.
...And then he ran off.
~Flashback End~
