Flushed (Troyler AU)

Chapter 6

Troye's POV

I peeked out from the wall in the kitchen, secretly admiring Tyler. He was sitting on the edge of the white, plush sofa, hands clasped together, resting in his lap, eyes wandering around the room observantly.

Although I couldn't see his face I knew that the moment he turned his head I would be left speechless, my mind turning to mush. There was just something unique about him; his beauty could not be rightly justified with words. My eyes glided down to his toned biceps that bulged out of his tight navy-blue button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His black jeans hugged his muscular legs, exposing his athletic thighs and a cute butt that I had yet to inspect.

He didn't notice my lingering glance, his twinkling eyes still dancing across the several paintings hung on my wall, completely clueless. I decided that maybe I was being slightly creepy and taking too long to grab two beers out of the fridge.

I sit next to him, leaving a small space between us and place the beer on the coffee table next to the couch. The sound of glass clanking causes Tyler to shoot up from his position, surprised by the abrupt noise. His eyes jump around the room, wide in shock and I giggle at his cuteness.

"Hi," I whispered, feeling shy for the first time around a boy, ever. This feeling was new to me, I had always been confident, always the first to make a move, but being around him activated that school boy crush side of me.

I realized I hadn't made any plans seeing as I wasn't prepared for him to come over, nervous that it would feel like things were moving much too quickly. For some strange reason it felt necessary to take things slow with Tyler, an instinct I generally paid little or no attention to.

I had lied when I told Tyler I didn't do one night stands, although there was some truth hidden behind it. I've had too many of those nights and didn't want him to be another addition. I had the man-whore status in the media, a bit disappointed with myself that I had to resort to that to feel a little better. Truth is I was simply lonely, the gaping hole in my heart a constant reminder. Was someone to love and have that feeling requited too much to ask for?

I was just another story. And for me they we're just another drunken night.

No matter how cheesy it sounded, all I wanted was to love someone. Cuddle them beside a fire place when they're sick and watch romantic comedies. Bring them flowers and see their face light up. Go to a carnival and win some stupid stuffed animal for my guy, although definitely too cliché for my liking. Make him feel special.

I never saw any potential in any of the guys, but perhaps I never even tried. With Tyler, it was the only thing I saw. I wanted him and I to turn into us.

My reasoning has been off since I met him, scolding myself every time I remembered he was a fan, and a hardcore one I might add. Yet, I reminded myself countless times that my feelings would be mirrored even if I met him on the street.

My cheeks were soon misty with a velvety pink as Tyler raised his eyebrow in question to my prolonged staring. Heat enveloped my skin and spread down to my neck; I was too deep in thought, forgetting I wasn't alone. I turned away not allowing him the satisfaction of making me blush.

"What are we going to do?" He asked, an adorable giggle leaving his lips.

"I don't think you want to go out...so, why don't we have a movie night?"

"With pizza?"

"With pizza." I nodded, standing up to grab my phone and call the pizza place, allowing Tyler to choose the movie. He dropped to his knees beside the glass cabinet, searching through the various DVDs, piled neatly in alphabetical order.