Frozen Flames - Troyler AU [Discontinued]

Chapter 2 - Questioning and Arrival

Troye’s POV

”Well Troye, with an e, what do you want to know about me?” he asks and I pick one of the million questions spinning around in my head “What’s your name then?” The boy sigh and shakes his head before saying “So predictable, but my name is Tyler” the boy- Tyler says with a small smile. “What power do you have?” I ask him. Tyler stiffens and I’m sure I look confused and dumbstruck, after a few moments he say “You’ll find out eventually” he turns to face me and starts to laugh probably because of my face expression. “What about family?” I say interrupting his laugh. “Um, I have two sisters, my mom but let’s just say that my dad isn’t a part of my life anymore” Tyler says and I nod. “What do you like to do, on like spare-time?” I ask him with a small smile. Tylers face lights up and he says “I kinda like to sing, um, I like to go out and take photos, listen to music, sit on Tumblr all night”

He smiles and then asks “I already got confirmed that you like Tumblr, but what do you do on free time?” “Quite similar things, I really like singing and acting, listen to music, well, then I often burn things down since my power” I answer him chuckling. Tyler laughs and quietly he says something like “I hope we won’t be rooming then” “RUDE!” I shout out and Tyler says “Ops, you weren’t supposed to hear that” and starts to laugh again. I try to hold my glare and frown but I was soon laughing with Tyler. When we’ve both calmed down Tyler says “If you like to sing, then sing something” an excited smile on his face. “I like to sing, but no” I say, Tylers smile fading a bit. “Pretty please” Tyler begs but I stubbornly shake my head and say “No” again. Tyler gives me ‘puppy eyes’ and a cute, small frown are placed on his lips. I shake my head and Tyler sigh, turning his head looking out the window. I sigh and start singing, turning my face to look out the window.

White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, Sour taste

Lights gone, day’s end

Struggling to pay rent

Long night, strange men

And they say

She’s in the class A-Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries  

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

‘Cause we’re just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple of grams

And she don’t want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the motherland

Or sells love to another man

It’s too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat