Another Alternative

Together Together.

When Troye had finished his show, we applauded and he walked over to us. In his fedora, coat and tie, Troye looked rather dashing and I understood why Tyler liked him. When he began speaking, however, I really got why Tyler liked this guy. He had a wonderfully Australian accent that made everything he said sound nice.

"Tyluh, hey!" Tyler was already making him a drink. I wasn't surprised he knew exactly what Troye wanted. "Was I good?"

"Amazing." Tyler handed Troye the glass and he downed it quickly. "Really great."

"Yeah." I smiled at him. "I really liked that one song 'Happy Little Pill' I thought you were great."

"Why, who are you fine ladies?" Troye shot us a million-dollar smile and his crisp blue eyes pierced into me.

"I'm Hannah." I laughed and shook his hand. "This is Grace and Mamrie. We've just been chatting with Tyler. He's told us a lot about you."

"All good things I hope?" Troye looked expectantly at Tyler, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "Tyluh?"

"Yes." Tyler laughed his wonderful laugh. "All good things. Nothing bad. I think. I don't know. Ladies?"

"Yup." Grace and I said in unison. We looked at each other and laughed.

"I don't know, there was that one thing..." Mamrie joked, looking at us with wide eyes. When Troye looked panicked, she put her hand on his shoulder and assured him she was only kidding.

"Tyler told us wonderful things about you." Grace told him. Our hands touched for no longer than a second and she immediately tensed up. I glanced at her apologetically and she grabbed my hand. I raised an eyebrow at her, and she smiled slyly at me.

"Like how you write all your own songs. That true?" I looked back at Troye, watching as he put together an answer.

"Well, yeah. Tyler helps me sometimes though." He smirked flirtatiously as he spoke. "I could show you the writing process sometime, if you'd like."

"Sorry, buddy." Grace showed him our intertwined fingers. "This girl's spoken for."

"Oh?" Troye looked at us and at Tyler. "I-I don't understand. Tilly?"

"Don't look at me." Tyler raised his hands in surrender.

"Oh, for fuck sake." Mamrie rolled her eyes. "They're together, dumbasses. Like together together. With like kissing and things. Idiots."

"Oh. I see." Troye looks at Tyler. "Uh, Tyluh? Can I talk to you for a sec? Like, alone?"

Tyler looks at me with slight terror but mainly excitement and gratitude. Grace and I gestured for him to go and he did. We watched Troye talk for a moment when Tyler cut him off with a kiss.

"I guess it went well." I said as I felt Grace's head touch my shoulder. I rested my head on hers and we watched them.

"You know, baby. This whole watching them do this thing is really gross." Grace noted. This was the first time she'd called me "baby" and I liked that quite a bit.

"Yeah." I turned towards the bar and downed my drink.

"Follow me." I heard Grace whisper in my ear. I looked up quickly and turned to see her walking to the bathroom.

"I-uh, I gotta, um, I gotta go." I walked away from Mamrie, no doubt leaving her confused.

"You have fun with her." Mamrie waved me off. Okay, maybe not that confused.