You Came Back {Troyler AU}

Chapter One • On My Way

A/N: so hey. this is my first attempt at a fanfic, so naturally, it's gonna be sucky at first. just stick with me here and it'll get progressively better :)
i'm in the process of rewriting these chapters as well.
much love & happy reading,
caroline

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Troye's POV

"Troye, please get up, we really have to go!" My mother whined, begging me to just get up and leave like all the rest of them had already done.

I shook my head. "Just give me like five more minutes, alright?" I asked, not wanting to budge.

She sighed. "Fine, but five minutes, five minutes you hear, and then you have to go."

I nodded, sitting down on the floor of my room, looking around at the dark navy blue walls, running my fingers through the thick white carpet, and imagining all of my stuff back in the room.

Here I was, about to leave again.

But I know how it feels like to leave something behind. I know how it feels to be left behind. And it really sucks. I didn't want to leave Perth at all, I wanted to stay sitting on this floor, in my room, with my phone... and a jar of Nutella.

I wanted to Ripstick with Tyde, bake with Sage, binge watch old movies with Mom, there were so so many things I wanted to do, but couldn't.

Ugh, we were moving back to America, on the other side of the world, a completely different time zone, completely different slang, I barely remember anything about it, other than the food, and -

I heard a gentle knock at the door, and looked up to see the door creak open, revealing my mom. She gave a gentle smile. "Five minutes are up bubbaloo."

I looked up at my mom and stubbornly crossed my arms, trying to make it clear to her that I didn't want to leave.

She rolled her eyes, laughing at the childish gesture. "Come on, you promised!"

I looked at her slyly. "Five more minutes?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "You cheeky twink! No, now let's go!"

"Who are you calling a twink?!" I retorted.

"You! But you're my little twink." she added with a wink.

I groaned turning facedown into the carpet, "Do we hafta go?" I mumbled.

"There's nothing we can do about it Troye! Your father's accepted the job, and we have to go," she looked down at her watch, "preferably soon please..."

I knew that she was right, but there was some part of me deep inside that believed I could make everyone change their mind, make them suddenly unpack everything and we'd continue on with our normal lives. But I willed myself to stand up and I trudged to the front door, every step feeling heavy and thick.

I looked around me one last time, flooded with memories, and I felt a familiar burning sensation reach my eyes, I was going to cry.

Shit, I really didn't want to leave. I couldn't bring myself to step out the door, my anxiety reminding me of every other time I'd left somewhere. But my mom brought her hand to my shoulder, gently rubbing small circles on my shoulder blade to calm me down. She guided me outside, slowly but surely, all the way to the car.

Naturally being the last one to the car, I got wedged in the back, next to my little brother Tyde, who looked just as equally upset that he was sitting back here, probably forced here by my other brother Steele, but I grinned at him, trying to brighten up the mood a little bit.

"C'mon Troye, we all know you're the one that needs cheering up." Tyde replied grumpily. It was so unlike Tyde to be upset, he was the peacemaker as well as the youngest in the family. The first thing you noticed about him were his humongous dimples, accompanying his dazzling smile. He was obviously upset about leaving as well. I mean, I don't think anyone was excited about going to America.

"Oi Tyde, sassy!" Sage remarked somewhat proudly, turning around in her seat to face us. "Let Troye sulk by himself, mkay?" She smirked and turned back around in her seat. Sage was the resident sass queen, not afraid to mouth off towards someone, and she knew how to blackmail people to get exactly what she wanted.

Which, of course, was great for her. Awful for me.

"Sage, c'mon, leave them alone!" Steele mumbled. Steele. The oldest in the family, it was hard living up to him. He was Mr. Perfect, straight A's, captain of the lacrosse team, never messing up.

"Why don't you make me?" Sage replied childishly, sticking her tongue out. Steele just sighed and put his earbuds back in. That seemed like a good idea, so I pulled out my phone and earbuds, turning on my long car ride playlist, and closing my eyes, letting Beyoncé sing me to sleep. I'd been in the process of writing a couple of songs myself, but nobody really knew that, and I planned to keep it that way.

Me. The black sheep. The odd one out. Troye Sivan, the socially awkward teen that doesn't seem to like anything except for staying up until three in the morning on Tumblr, perfect quiffs, and Nutella of course. I was that guy that didn't have any friends. That weird kid always in the background. Yup, that's me.

I didn't want any friends though, right? Well, I just couldn't bring myself to have any, not after the guilt I went through when I was eight. Leaving him alone.

Tyler Oakley.

Sometimes, if I couldn't sleep at night, I'd think about him, and wonder how he turned out. I wondered if he remembered his best friend from when he was little. I wondered if maybe he thought of me when he couldn't sleep. I wondered if he was as broke as I was the day that I left.

Honestly I still don't know to this day why the Mellet family chose to adopt me, they already had three children, one of which still a little kid. I'd never wanted to feel like a nuisance to them, but they really did love me, and I really did love them back. I couldn't be any more grateful to them for everything they'd done for me, truly. It's just, there's always been this nagging feeling that I'm not good enough to deserve them, not good enough to deserve this, this second chance. Well, fifth chance technically...

But I pushed that thought out of my mind as I looked around at the family sitting around me, my family, and I smiled because they loved me and they were mine, actually mine.

And with that, I allowed myself to finally fall asleep, Beyoncé still serenading me in the background.