Connected (Troyler AU)

In the Beginning (Chapter 1)

Troye's POV

As soon as I got home from school, I immidately dropped everything to prepare for my Friday night plans. Almost the entire school, actually the entire world of teenagers with a social life, were planning on partying, going on dates, and going out with friends. It was kind of like a teenager's tradition where I live, really.

I plopped down on my bed covered in sweats, a t shirt, and blankets, with a jar of nutella and a spoon in hand, and opened up my laptop.

Much better.

I never understood the pull of these crazy weekend parties. Maybe it was because I didn't have as many friends as the next person, or because I don't have people lining up to date me, or because I genuinely get exhausted by so many people. All I knew was that just the thought of being surrounded by all those crazy, drama filled people made me cringe. On my Friday nights, my biggest problem was running out of nutella, and I was happy to keep it that way.

I opened tumblr and began scrolling. Whoever decided to put infinite scroll on tumblr was both brilliant and evil, because it made it nearly impossible to stop. I could go on for hours, staring at posts and reblogging to my hearts content.

As I looked through my dash, I began to relax, letting the stress of the school week seep out of my body. To help the mood, I turned off my lights, put on some Lana Del Rey, and even lit a scented candle. If anyone from school saw that, I'd be tormented for eternity, but that's why I liked being alone. With the smell of vanilla filling the air, and all the time I wanted to myself, I finally felt content.

Being on tumblr often helped me feel this way. My school was filled with judgemental, closed minded dicks who would kick my ass if I spoke my mind half the time. But tumblr was a place where I could just be me. I filled my dash with whatever I wanted, and if what I wanted happened to be Beyonce and attractive men, people not only tolerated me but supported and probably agreed with me. If I came out as gay, I'd probably get a million hugs for each piece of hate. I didn't know if I was, because to be quite honest I was not attracted to anyone in my neighborhood, but I mean the amount of male butts on my blog was probably a decent sign. The only thing I would never do with tumblr is give out my username, because I would like to keep my school persona of not particularly interesting drama nerd in tact.

After some amount of scrolling, I opened a new tab to check my notifications. I wasn't the most popular on tumblr, but I did have a couple of friends here and there, and I liked to see when people reblogged my posts. I glanced through, only half focused on the screen, before something caught my eye.

I looked.

I looked again.

I literally checked every single letter, to make sure I wasn't insane.

But no, the little falsely calm notification bubble did, in fact, inform me that "user Beyonslay is now following you".

This. Could. Not. Be. Reality. 

"hOLY SHIT THIS IS NOT REAL LIFE. I WAS NOT JUST FOLLOWED BY THE QUEEN HIMSELF. I THINK I ATE TOO MUCH NUTELLA. IT'S SEEPING INTO MY BRAIN." I was in one of those 'over fangirling, too much emotion to know what to do with his body' kind of freakouts.

"TROYE?" my mum called up the stairs. "Is everything alright?"

"NO," I screamed back, "I AM FANGIRLING TO TEARS HERE."

Familiar with the concept of my fangirling, my mother made the wise decision to leave me alone after that. 

Tumblr user Beyonslay was someone I had been obsessed with almost since I had gotten a tumblr. He was hilarious, had a quite decent number of followers, was VERY open, and was pretty much my tumblr idol. Some may argue that he wasn't the best, but they must have lost an eye or two, because he is as flawless as Beyonce herself. I had been embarrassingly stalking him for months, reblogging his pictures, adding funny captions, asking questions, you name it. He had noticed me a bunch of times before, but this was a whole new level.

"Why am I freaking out. He's not actually Beyonce. Just breathe." But regardless of the knowledge that in reality he was probably not much different then me, a kid with a blog over his social life, I was kind of unable to breathe.

I suddenly noticed that I had a new message. Immediately, my thought was, "WHATEVER IT IS NUGGET, IT CAN'T BE THAT IMPORTANT." But that was until I saw the message.

Beyonslay asks:

Hey there twink, I have made what I believe is a wise decision to follow you. I would like to tell you that it is because a) your comments on my posts are hilarious b) you're adorable and c) you manage to post every picture of a hot man there is, and I live for that. So don't fuck up by stopping to post those. Oh, and I'm Tyler, by the way. Come fangirl with me sometime ;)

Though I didn't stop screaming for a very long time, I couldn't help but pause and smile. He was not only hilarious, but he sounded genuinely nice. Maybe this could actually be the start of something.

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There was chapter 1! How was it?

In case you're confused at how on earth this is going to work as a Troyler fanfic, do not fret, my little pickles, I have it planned out. This was just supposed to set the stage for how they met in this AU. If you are confused about other parts of the story, they will hopefully be cleared up in the next chapter.

I think I want to do a follow forever of the day, so today mine is nutella-plus-ranch-dressing, who you may have noticed I dedicated the whole book too. She is my favorite nugget and helped me so much with this chapter and convincing me to write it, so I think she deserves a chapter mention as well. :) She's amazing, and go follow her if you haven't!

If you have any questions, comments, compliments on something specific, criticism, etc, PLEASE comment below. You have no idea how helpful it is!!

Thank you for reading ducklings, and hope you're excited for the next chapter! :)