Tyler's POVYou know that feeling when you check your phone every few seconds, impatiently waiting for that one text message that, you know, will instantly improve your morning? That's exactly how I was feeling at the moment.
Displayed on the TV screen in front of me was the last episode from season two of Orange Is the New Black and although it sucked that there would be another year of anticipation before the third season appeared on Netflix, I knew I would restart watching it from the beginning in about a week.
I pressed the home button on my IPhone again, hoping to see a notification, but as I glanced down at the screen, nothing showed up and the nervous feeling loomed over me once again.
Was I boring him?
Since that night at the beach, we have been texting non-stop for the duration of the week. He always started the conversation with a "Morning Tyler <3," which had me falling for him ever harder, literally, as I jumped with excitement and tumbled to the floor from my bed.
A bag of Doritos lay in between my thighs, while I was sprawled on my L-shaped, brown couch, intently watching the show as all thoughts of Troye were pushed to the back of my mind, or at least I tried.
My insides churned, lowly grumbling, informing me that a few chips in the morning were not enough for this fabulous body to remain fabulous. Hopping of the sofa, I trudged into the kitchen looking for something to shove into my mouth.
Like Troye's dick. I stopped in my tracks, where did that thought come from?
Opening the fridge I heard a quiet ping from the other room, which I knew could only mean one thing. My face instantly lit up and I felt my cheeks hurt from smiling so wide. My legs carried me back into the living room and I scooped up my phone from the coffee table, unlocking it.
To: Tyler <3 ;) From: Babe :*
-Morning Tyler <3-
A second later my phone vibrated once more in the palm of my hand.
-Want to grab that coffee I mentioned last week, today? :*-
I spent some time rereading his message in my head, my heart fluttering each time my eyes landed on the kissy face. Although over the past week I've learned every small detail about this boy, it still didn't seem real, nothing seemed real anymore. Why did Troye choose me over all the other hot, gay men throwing themselves at him in the crowd? He could have any man.
-I know this cute little café, it's perfect.-
Well damn, someone was a little eager, not that I was complaining.
From: Tyler <3 ;) To: Babe :*
-I'll see you there. ;)- I texted back quickly, my fingers expertly moving across the keyboard. He replied almost instantly with the address, telling me to meet him in two hours.
Perfect, just enough time for me to prepare for this coffee date.
I showered and styled my hair into a quiff. Dressing just right for the occasion, not in a tux of course, but not in sweat pants either. I spritzed some cologne on my body and around my crotch area. Hey, you never know what could happen, what if his fork fell under the table? I remembered he told me he liked this scent on me, inhaling the smell and whispering "mmm apples and mint" against my skin as he breathed out.
I hoped our little "date" wouldn't get cut short by the paparazzi or some crazy stalker fans, which I would definitely be one of them if I wasn't the one going on a date with him.

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Flushed (Troyler AU)
FanfictionTroye is a famous artist and Tyler is an average college student (this was the first time I ever wrote a story and therefore, the writing isn't the best)