hey guys, sorry this is late. my phone spazzed out and deleted everything, before completley turning off. i spent like, 9 hours trying to get it back on. anyway, i had to rewrite this, which kinda irked me, but whatever, anyways, this is latee. super sorry. and for those of you who havent figured out my schedual, its tuesday and thursday at nine pm pst (california) kk peace out!
chappie song: another you by of mice and men
Troye POV
I looked at my face in the mirror. I frowned as I caught my reflection. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut before putting my hands on the edge of the sink and taking deep breaths to calm the storm in my head and heart. I opened my eyes started gasping for air as the reflection in front of me became to much to handle.
"Dad!" I called out before sinking to the ground. i curled up into a ball and placed my head on my knees as the shaking started. Just then I heard footsteps and I was soon swallowed up in the protective arms of my dad as he pulled me into his broad chest and stroked my hair, rocking us both as he murmured things into my ear. I still shook, but the gasping had calmed down. I hated that stupid mirror.
"It's not true Troye, its not real" my dad said comforting me. But i still felt like it was a lie. I just sat with him waiting for the shaking to subside. It had been a year. The cutting, it stopped. It had too. the eating thing was a bit harder to deal with. i wanted to cut, but nowhere could i find privacy to do it. and i was slowly losing my mind. the eating thing, was always easier to deal with. I made myself think thoughts that repulsed me. Most times i envisioned myself naked. and before i knew it, i was vomiting into a bin my mum or dad had pulled out of no where. but this was different. this week i left for Florida. my subscribers would be waiting for me at PlayList live and i refused to let them down. i had booked the flight and hotel, but i booked an extra ticket, and bed. I looked up at my dad, and he returned the favor, confused.
"I have to go to Florida, Dad" i watched as his face paled. We all talked about this, and they all agreed that going could be a very bad thing cus i wouldn't have anyone who knew what was going on with me.
"Troye, we talked about--" he started but i cut him off.
"No, Dad, you talked about it. You never gave me a chance too." he looked guilty, but I knew he only wanted what was best for me.
"I know your scared Dad. I am too. There are 13,000 people, people i may or may not disappoint. But, what if you, or Steele or mum went with me? I bought the extra ticket and made sure the hotel had a an extra bed, please Dad?" he looked down at me before smiling gently,
"we will talk about it at dinner with your mum, sound good?" he compromised. i simply nodded and ducked my head back onto him closing my eyes and savoring the moment.
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Tyler POV (eek)
I grumbled going through my bags one last time. i leave for PlayList Live in two days and i still feel like I'm missing something. I shook it off, because lets be real here. I don't forget things. i walked to the "Playroom" and made sure it was locked before getting on tumblr for the remainder of my night
*Time skip*
Two days later (i know, i suck but come on. we know who's going to be there. lets have fun!)
I walked into the lobby to check into my room for the week. i know i was late, but my people were waiting for me when i got off the plane. I had to stay and chat it up with them in return for their diligence. i could tell the lady at the desk was annoyed but who cares. Not my monkey, not my circus. While dealing with her, I felt... off? like, something was supposed to happen. I don't know, it was weird. i shook it off before giving her a side smirk and turning. I heard a voice call out
