Caspar POV
Troye was visibly shaking in shock an I tried to see why, but he was covering the screen. What could be so bad? Was it a dick pic? I kept trying, and I finally caught a glimpse. I squinted at the screen. He looked awfully familiar.
And then it hit me. This was Tyler Oakley, the boy that broke Troye's heart six years ago.
I still remember the day that Joey came in with Troye clinging onto him. I think that I would have made a joke about how it reminded me of a sex position, but then I had seen Troye's bloodshot eyes, flushed cheeks and the large wet patch on Joey's shirt.
What was this bitch's problem?
I looked at Troye and saw that he was near tears. "Oh fuck." was all I could say before he walked out into his room.
I listened for the door to slam, and when it never came, I went over. There was a pile of clothes that had blocked the doorway and so I peeked inside. Troye was curled up in a ball, cries muffled by his bed. I sat beside him and rubbed little circles into his back with my thumb. When I could feel him calm down, I got the blanket from the couch and draped it over him.
Short chapter from Caspar's POV... It's boring but you know the whole picture now so I hope you liked it :)
My Troyler Recommendation for this chapter is called Help: A Troyler Story by callmepineapple. The last time I checked, it wasn't at 1k but really, really close and it definitely deserves 1k and more so please go check it out.
Basically, it is about how Troyler is pretty much a thing but a stalker starts blackmailing Troye and putting Tyler as the main target for Troye's submission. Yeah. It's actually really good and like me it is her first fic! :) SO GET YOUR BUTTS OVER THERE AND GIVE SOME LOVE!
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